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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.”

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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😌

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I know requests are closed but I beg of you, please do Sebastian kreuger and nikto? I’d sell a titty to see you write a fic of them individually with the reader

I’d have to read some stuff about them to get to know their characters but I’ll consider it!

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V-Day. (141 x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, p in v sex, oral sex (m!receiving), protected sex, gang bang, NO MINORS!

HAPPY VALENTINES DAY LOVES! (and Birthday if you’re a v-day baby🥺) If I could get every single one of you a valentine I would 🫶🥰

The task force sees how upset you are on holidays.

You’ve got no family and no other friends outside of the task force so around the holidays you tend to get a little reclusive. Sometimes they’ll try to do nice things for you but most of the time they don’t have the opportunity to. When you’re out on a base in the middle of a warzone, ordering things in and going to stores isn’t exactly ideal.

They notice of all of the holidays, Christmas and Valentines Day seem to be the hardest ones of all for you.

They’ve managed to help raise your spirits on Christmas by brining in a fake little tree and making ornaments out of plain lined paper and dental floss. They even found a couple markers or pens around base so you could color them. At least it gave you something to do as a task force but you were out of luck on Valentine’s Day.

None of the men were married or in a relationship and truth be told, Valentine’s Day wasn’t as important to them. But it was to you and they knew it.

The only thing Captain Price could do, was get everyone off duty for the day.

The four of them had crossed paths a couple of times. Working out, doing paperwork, cleaning up their own spaces. That was it. But they noticed none of them seen you.

“Poor things probably just sitting in her room like usual.” They mumble.

After another hour or so, you reappear out of nowhere while they’re sitting in the mess hall, making small talk.

“Ah, finally out to join us?”

“Yeah, I made you something.” You smile.

“What?”

“Yeah, I saved it for this year since we had nothing last year..” you mumble.

You’d made little handmade cards each specialized for them and attached a candy to it.

“Well now I feel bad because we didn’t get you anything dove..” Captain Price mumbles. “That’s not what this is about. Holidays are about giving. Anyways, I have to go finish cleaning up my room before I forget. Happy Valentines Day!” You smile, turning around and making your way back to your room.

Captain Price sighs.

None of them have any idea what to do. They have nothing on base that they can give you.

“You know.. I have an idea.” Johnny mumbles.

“Might be a bit crazy but.. it just might make her feel better.” He smiles nervously.

They make a plan, each of them needed to go find something and bring it back to the table to present with for the plan.

Gaz hurried outside, he would feel bad for messing up the rose bush outside because he knows how much you adore it (since it IS the only one around) but you’d just have to forgive him later. They’re a magenta color, which he thinks you’ll like. He makes sure to go for the roses that aren’t as full, on the back and on the bottom of the bush. He uses his pocket knife to cut the heads off, keeping them in tact. It still looks pretty when he’s done.

Johnny goes around base searching for those unscented tea lights laying around for when the power is out. He manages to find an entire bag of them in a back office. Scoring when he finds a random striker too.

Captain Price heads for his own office where he knows he’s got paper, using a few pieces to thicken it up and a stapler to make a makeshift card. He’s even got one single piece of red paper, cutting tiny hearts out of it and taping them onto the white card. His time as a Captain and all of the paperwork he’s had to do has really helped his cursive. Making sure to give the others the opportunity to add something they’d like before signing it from all of them.

Ghost tore his entire room apart looking for a photo to put into the card. He knew he had it lying around and it took him a good white to find it buried inside of a drawer, but he does find it. It’s a photo of the entire task force. The five of you standing all together just before a mission, in full gear. It’s something he’s cherished but he has a copy at home.

“Y/N, page back.” Captain Price calls.

“Copy sir.”

“Keep getting an alert from the southeast gate, you mind checking it out with me?”

“Not at all sir.”

“Great, I’ll meet you out there.” He calls back. When you meet him at the door, their plan goes into effect. The other 3 men hustle to get everything in to place as quickly as possible. You’d just finished cleaning your room so it was perfect timing really. You don’t get fully dressed to go which he understands, but he finds it cute what you’re wearing anyways.

“Captain, page back.” Gaz mumbles. He’s out of breath. “Copy.”

“Where at?”

“Heading in now.”

You don’t find it strange, they call back all of the time.

When you turn the corner, you freeze. You see the candlelight first. “What is that?” You ask. You’re curious, approaching it. Captain nearly laughs, noticing your hand on your sidearm at first. The military taught strange reactions. You relax when you see the rose petals. The other 3 stand just outside your door. “What is all of this?”

“It’s a thank you, for being such a huge part of this task force. There’s more inside, go on.” Captain Price smiles. “It’s not as much as you deserve, but it’s all we got for now.”

You move closer, opening up your door. That’s when you see the little card sitting on your bed. You smile.

You pick it up, opening it up and reading the note that each of them had left you. You look at the small picture last, seeing it’s them.

“This is really sweet, you didn’t have to do all of this.” You smile, turning back at them.

“We’ve got another thing, something important. Sit down.” Soap mumbles, pushing you back slightly onto your bed. “Close your eyes.”

You look up at him skeptically but do it anyways. Your hands sit in your lap. He touches your chin with his fingertips, tilting your head up slightly. He gives it another second before pressing his lips to yours.

You jump back, stunned. “Woah- what are-“ he smiles, hushing you.

“Nothing to be afraid of lass.” He pushes your hair out of your face. “Valentine’s Day is where you show those you love how much you care about them. That's what we're going to do. Just relax.”

You swallow hard, looking around at each of them around the room, all eyes are you. "No need to be nervous, just close your eyes."

You do it, trying your best to stay relaxed as he kisses you again. He grasps the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You raise your arms up to make it easier for him. Once your shirt is off, everyone in the room starts to get undressed. You can't see it, but you can hear the fabric and bodies movies, belts unbuckling and hitting the floor.

What the hell had you gotten yourself into?

You open your eyes, seeing that they're all shirtless, nothing but hairy, fit bodies around you. Your heart starts to race in your chest. This was a lot. What exactly did they plan to do?

Captain Price chuckles, now having taken Johnny's place in front of you. He forces your chin up to look at him. "If you're nervous and don't want to do this, you don't have to." He smiles. "You always have a choice, remember that."

You nod your head, taking in a deep breath. "I'm okay. Just nervous." You look up at him, he helps you to stand up, sliding your pants down your legs for you. Helping you step out of them by taking your hand to steady you.

What a gentleman.

"Go ahead and get on the bed darling."

The candles are illuminating the room, the light is still on but it's already dim. You move up the bed, still making an attempt to cover yourself.

Captain Price moves himself between your legs, he'd taken his boxers off, same as everyone else. You see him tear something open with his teeth, surprised when you realize it's a condom. You wonder where on earth he'd gotten it.

Now the four massive men stood completely naked in front of you and this wasn't a joke. This was really going to happen.

He takes your gaze away from everyone else by drawing his fingertips up your exposed opening, gathering wetness on his fingers and gliding up over your clit, the gasp gathers everyone's attention. They were nervous too, just far better at hiding it.

They're all looking at you, seeing how your eyebrows move into each other, mouth parting in pleasure as he touches you. He rubs gentle circles over you, the more aroused you are the more wet you'll be. You're going to need it to be able to take all four of them. He pushes a finger into you, hearing you gasp at the intrusion, moving a hand to grip his wrist as he starts to finger you. His fingers are long. He moves them through you, curling them slightly with eat thrust, searching for that spot inside of you. The others watch as he searches for it.

When he finds it, you tilt your head back with a moan, resting your head on the pillow. The mewl that leaves your lips is promising, each of them now know exactly what to do to please you.

He draws his fingers back, smiling when he realizes how fast your heart is beating. Hopefully he didn't get you too close. You still had a long ways to go.

He adjust you, tilting you just slightly to the side, raising your hip up just slightly. That special place inside of you was about to be battered by the four men. Because not only are they attempted, but obsessed with pleasing you.

He grips his cock, the first you'll feel tonight. He glides the tip over your opening to gather your arousal on him before he sinks inside of you. You gasp when he fills you. Cock pressing right up against that spot, he could feel your heart beating from your touch alone. That knot was already beginning to form in your belly.

You feel hands on you and it draws you back down to earth. Ghost is at your side, running his fingertips over the skin on your right arm to soothe you. Johnny moves to the other side, doing the same to your left.

You realize that Gaz is at the head of your bed, nearly standing over you.

He lowers himself, helping to brush your hair out of your face. "You're doing so good for us." He breathes. You clench your eyes closed, felling your Captain bury himself into you once more. The two to your left and right gasp at the same time, feeling your hands reaching for them. The feel of your touch on their cocks is enough to draw a moan from each of them.

Kyle takes a deep breath when you reopen your eyes, looking up at him. He stands up, almost knowing what it is that you want.

You take his cock into your mouth, tonguing the tip at first. You tease him for a minute before taking him further down. He can see your throat bulge because of his intrusion and suddenly his orgasm isn't too far off.

John keeps a steady pace, he knows you'll take a lot more than just him tonight and he doesn't want to be too rough with you. You feel good wrapped around him, tight. The eagerness he had felt before already had him on edge. He knew he wouldn't last long. Which was in your favor considering. He just wanted to draw at least one orgasm out of you.

He rocks his hips into you, perfect pace. Right into that spot.

He draws circles into your clit until you're right at the edge of pure bliss, toppling over the edge. You draw away from Kyle when you cum, crying out. You attempt to close your legs but he keeps them open, keeping his slow pace and riding your high out. Groaning out when he reaches his own. He closes his eyes, riding it out with another couple thrusts.

When he reopens them he pulls out of you, seeing your orgasm at the base of his cock. He can only wonder how good you'd feel raw.

He draws himself away, moving to your chair in the corner of the room, lighting a cigar as Simon takes his place. You swallow hard, looking down at him. He rolls a condom over the tip of his cock, same as your Captain had. "You alright to keep going?" He looks up at you. You nod.

You don't want to let your Lieutenant down. He does the same to you. Slight tilting your hips, moving you in another way. You can only imagine it's to reach that spot inside.

They were so attentive.

He thrusts into you, you tilt your head back with a sigh. He's slightly more rough than Captain Price but you can easily tell they're being gentle. You can only imagine how rough they could be if they really wanted.

You take Kyle back into your mouth, moving your hand up the shaft of Johnny's cock. Keeping them both stimulated. It's hard to focus with Simon thrusting into you, but you do it.

He pushes your legs up slightly, reaching even deeper. You moan around Kyle, hearing him groan at the vibrations from you. He knew once he felt your walls around him that he wasn't going to last long.

Your right hand is free now, you use it to draw circles into your own clit which surprises them. Considering that you had just cum. You're gentle with it.

Simon keeps a steady pace just as his Captain had. Working himself into his own orgasm but focusing on you too. You weren't just any girl to them. You were important and they weren't here to use you.

You draw away from Kyle and he moves to your side again, moving his face to be level with yours. "Why don't you take a look at what he's doing hm?"

You swallow hard, raising yourself up onto your elbows. Johnny moves to your other side, lips by your other ear.

"He's stretching you so much. You're taking a lot. More than we thought you could." Kyle smiles. He hears you take in a sharp breath at a particularly hard thrust from Simon. He was getting sloppy with it. Seeing the lost look in your eyes is drawing him close.

"Your body is taking us so well darling. We knew you would."

You look up, eyes snapping to Ghosts and he gets chills down his spine at the look you're giving him.

"Happy Valentines Day, Y/N." It leaves Simon's lips and you can barely see his mouth move behind his mask. He doesn't expect you to cum.

You moan out, closing your eyes as you reach another orgasm, this one more intense than the first. Your clit throbs as you draw your hand away from it, nearly crying at the overstimulation. "Oh fuck!" Simon gasps, feelling you tense around him, pulsing with each beat of your heart.

He clutches your thigh harder than he intends when he finishes, eyes rolling back into his head when fills the condom. You gasp, feeling the warmth of it. How the hell were you going to do this another two times? You don't know where he's off to when he pulls away.

"M'kinda close already from your mouth darling, don't laugh when I don't last." Kyle jokes. You give him a lazy smile. You didn't see it, but he's got a condom on. You flinch when he slides into you. "You alright?" He asks, looking up at you. You nod your head. "If it's too much, we'll stop."

You smile at him. "I'm alright Kyle. Thank you." You breathe. Kyle had length on the rest of them, reaching parts of you untouched. You were already sensitive before, but knew you'd be pushing your body to the limits with him. You can't cum four times, surprised by the fact that they've even gotten two so close together. Your eyes water as he starts in, thrusting into you. He can't be as rough because he doesn't want to hurt you.

You've already taken so much. Soap cups your breasts, you tilt back to take him into your mouth. You surprise him.

He gasps when you take him down, sucking at the tip of his cock before taking him further down "Your lips look so pretty wrapped around me." He breathes, pinching one of your nipples between his fingers, hearing you gasp. You glide your hand up to entwine your fingers with Johnny's and he doesn't draw back, letting you clutch onto him.

You can tell how close Kyle is by how he starts to shake. His hands shake as he rests them on your thighs. His pants are uneven.

His face contorts in pleasure, teeth gritted and bared as he finishes deep into the condom, this time you can feel the force of his orgasm against your walls. You gasp out at the feeling.

You draw away from Johnny and he's quick to take Kyle's place. You couldn't take much more and he knew it. That's why he's going last.

Johnny is the best at being affectionate. At making love.

He slides the condom down around himself. Like the others had.

He pushes you up further on the bed, entering you much slower than the others, even going as far to give you a moment to adjust to him before he moves. You look up at him, almost as if giving him the approval to move. He draws back and thrusts into you, seeing you flinch slightly. He was really deep and you were overstimulated already.

"You think you can give me one more darling?" He smiles. You shake your head. "I don't know Johnny. It's a lot." You pant. Your eyes are already watery but he keeps his pace. "I think you can, lass. You've done so well for me. Done so good." He breathes. "One more doll. Just one. Focus on me."

He lowers himself to hover over you. Using his body weight on top of you to keep you grounded. "Johnny?"

"Hm?"

"Will you kiss me again?"

He doesn't respond, just presses his lips to yours. He's surprisingly a really good kisser, lips moving with yours.

You don't know why you're reacting to him like you are but just his kiss alone has that knot forming once more. You know this one may even hurt. He draws away, brushing your hair out of your face. "You feel so fucking good around me. You are so tight." He breathes. "You're doing so good darling, got me so close already." He bites his lip, trying to contain his moans.

He was getting close but he wants one more from you. Just one more.

He grasps your hand, bringing it up to your clit. "I can't Johnny, too much."

"Try for me doll. Just once."

You flinch when you touch your own clit. Thighs shivering as you ghost over it with your fingertips. You're so close.

The others hear your cry from just outside the door, cheeks turning pink at just the sound of you.

Johnny groans when you pulse around him, tears stream from you eyes and he finishes just in time as you push him away. It was nearly too much.

He finishes with a grunt, letting his high take over him.

When he comes down from it, he moves himself from on top of you.

You're panting out, tears still streaming from your eyes as you settle down. You've taken a lot tonight and they know it. But they just wanted to show you what you meant to them.

"I'll help you get cleaned up. give me a sec." He breathes, moving to get dressed and draping a blanket over you so that he could carry you to the showers. He knows once you're clean you'll fall asleep quick. While you're gone, the others help clean up the mess of rose petals and candles, changing your sheets for you as well.

Best Valentines Day ever.

[miniwheat77]

Since my birthday is tomorrow (I know I’m a valentines baby lol) can you do one where 141 gave the reader a birthday gangbang?

i've got something special planned, it won't be exact but close!

Posted!

[miniwheat77]

Take your time you deserve to take a break and have some time to yourself ❤️

I appreciate it! I think I’ve made you all wait for long enough. Requests are open! 🫶

[miniwheat77]

Take it off. (Neighbor!Graves x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, spanking, p in v sex, unprotected sex, bad parenting, blood, violence, MDNI!

He steps inside the police station. He sees you sitting in handcuffs at a desk. They’re obviously going over release paperwork. He shakes his head. “How can I help you?” A woman asks. “Uh. I’m here to pick up Y/N.” He nods to you. You hear his voice and don’t even acknowledge him. “Oh okay. She’ll be released in about 10 minutes when we’re done with paperwork. Are you a parent, guardian, or legal adult? She has to be released under those conditions.” She asks. “I’m her neighbor, her mom is out of town and she’s staying with me.” He nods. “Okay, do you have written permission from her mom or an ID?” He nods his head, following her to the desk. Once he’s got it all approved, he goes to sit by the door. He’s irritated. It’s late, he shouldn’t be here picking your ass up. If it weren’t for them he would’ve left you here until morning. Eventually, they walk you up front where he’s sitting. Uncuffing you and sending you over to him. He says nothing, just stands up and starts walking.

An eye roll is all Phillip gets from you when you get inside his car.

The only words out of his mouth so far are “we’ll talk later.” You don’t care. You can’t find it in you to care about what your stupid neighbor thinks of you.

Phillip knows that your mom doesn’t know what to do with you. She doesn’t believe in discipline for some reason. Probably because she wasn’t always around and wants to make up for it. But Phillip can’t take this anymore. He pulls off of the highway, down a dirt road. He can see the way you stiffen up. “Where are we going?”

He says nothing, just keeps driving.

Once he’s a ways off of the main road, where he knows no one will hear or see anything. He stops, throwing the truck into park. He sighs. “We’re not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell is going on, because I’ve just about had it. You’re Eighteen now, you keep doing this shit and you’re going to land yourself in real Prison.” He groans. You scoff, reaching for the door handle. He’s quick, grasping your arm and holding onto you tight. “Ow! You’re hurting me!” You gasp. He reaches over you, locking the door. “I can promise you, if I wanted to hurt you, I would. Now listen to me.” He breathes. He tugs you into him. “No one else will say anything to you for some reason, but I’m done with it. You’re going to be staying with me and you’re gonna abide by my rules. Do you understand?” He breathes.

He can see the way your eyes darken. “Fuck you.” You growl.

He laughs, shaking his head. “Suit yourself sweetheart.” He sighs.

You don’t know what he’s going to do. But he’s mad. He’s pissed off, angrier than you’ve ever seen him. You can’t help but feel scared. Your tough act is faltering.

“Take your shirt off.”

Your blood runs cold. Hearing those words.

“What?”

“You heard what I said. Go on.” He nods. “No- no I’m not doing that-“

He grips your arm again. “Either you take it off, or I cut it off. Your choice.” You hear the sound of his pocket knife flicking open. The spring snaps and you jump.

“What are you doing?”

He leans into you, he’s still seething. “I’m going to show you what I do to bad girls.” He mumbles. Lips right against your ear. “Take it off.” He breathes.

Your hands start to shake, unsure of what exactly he’s going to do. So you do. You grasp the hem of it, yanking it over your head quickly. Somehow you think it will help. “Good girl. Now your pants.”

“Phillip please-“

“Ah!” He raises his hand to keep you from speaking. “I don’t want to hear it, take them off.”

Your heart is in your stomach. “I thought you were tough. Hm? I thought you didn’t say please or beg for anything?” He’s being harsh and he knows it. But he needs to teach you this lesson. He clutches your chin, forcing your head up to look at him.

“You keep putting yourself out there. Testing everyone’s patience and being a little brat. Not listening and talking back to people who are trying to help you. With no repercussions. But I’m not going to let you get away with it anymore. Now… Take. Them. Off.” He can see tears gathering in your waterline. They make your eyes shine, only now he can see right through your facade. The beautiful broken girl behind the tough exterior.

He knew he’d see it someday. It just sucks that it had to be like this.

You move a little slower to take them off. Sliding them down your hips and then your legs. Leaving them on the floorboard of his truck and hiding yourself. “What are you going to do?” You look up at him. He shakes his head. He reaches over you to unlock the door once more.

He climbs out of the truck, walking around to your side. He’s still pissed. He opens up your door, motioning for you to step out. You swallow hard but he’s helping you down, pulling your arm. Your feet hit the ground. You swallow hard, a gasp leaving your lips as he spins you around. He pushes you up against his truck. It’s cold. You breathe out. “You’re going to count for me.”

He breathes. You’re about to ask ‘what?’ But his hand clapping against your backside has you hissing out. “I said count.” He grasps a handful of your hair, tugging your head back. “One!” You gasp it out.

“That’s a good girl. Learning fast.” He growls.

Phillip shouldn’t be as hard as he is. He’s turned on, throbbing in his jeans over this. It’s pathetic.

His hand meets your ass again, and again. Until it’s raw and you’re crying. He’s impressed, you haven’t asked him to stop. You’ve accepted it.

“F-fifteen!” It’s the last one out of your mouth and he lets your hair go. You hang your head.

He presses himself up against you, breathing in the scent of your hair. “Get in the truck.” He growls. You obey immediately.

He walks around to the other side. Getting into the drivers seat. “Phillip?”

“Hm?”

“Can I put my c-clothes back on?” You look him in the eyes when you ask the question, and this is how he knows he’s gotten to you. “Yes. Good girl.” He waits for you to be dressed again. Seeing the way you wince when you put your jeans back on. He should’ve given you the proper aftercare but you had to wait for that. You had to show him that you could be a good girl.

The drive home is quiet. He’s surprised when he pulls into the driveway. You don’t jump out of the truck and rush to your house when he pulls in. You stay put, waiting for him to tell you when you could go.

You usually would challenge someone like Phillip. But you know he’s serious. And if what he did today was his first punishment, you’d hate to see what else he could do.

He tells you that he was serious. That you’d be staying with him for the time being and that he would show you up to his guest room. Once he shows it to you and gives you some time to settle in, he’s going to meet you up there but you don’t know it yet.

He looks through his bathroom, digging around for something soothing. He comes across some aloe, figuring it’s probably more soothing than any fragrant lotion laying around. He also grabs one of his t-shirts for you to sleep in. He makes his way upstairs. He doesn’t bother to knock, just walks right in. You’re lying on your side. Avoiding your sore backside. “Pants.” He nods. “Off.”

You stand up, tugging them down your legs quickly. “Lay on your stomach.” He nods to the bed. You do it immediately. He sets the shirt down in front of you. “That’s for you to sleep in.”

“Thank you.” He’s surprised how fast you are learning. He sits down beside you, squeezing some of the aloe vera gel into his hands and rubbing them together. You jump slightly when he presses it into your skin. He massages it into the sore, red skin. He can see you visibly relax.

He keeps adding more until the redness is gone. You’re still going to be sore for a while, maybe a day or two. But you’re far better than before. When he pulls his hands away, you hesitate. “You’re being a good girl. And I’m sorry for being so rough with you. But you have to understand that I won’t put up with your bad behavior anymore. I was mean, but I promise you I can be far worse. Be a good girl, and you and I will get along just fine. Do I make myself clear?”

You look him in the eyes. “Yes sir.”

“Good girl.”

He can see your eyes, there’s something different in them now. You’re no longer angry or hurt by his actions, he can tell by the way you’ve settled down. But there’s something else. He doesn’t catch it.

He says goodnight to you, leaving you alone in the room to think about the night you’ve just had.

And how you make a deal with yourself that you’ll never act like this around Phillip again. You don’t want to see this side of him again. Not ever.

For the next couple weeks, you’re good. You clean up after yourself. When you talk to Phillip it’s “no sir/yes sir.” That’s it. He’s broken the bad in you. The few times he catches you doing something you’re not supposed to, his punishments are just as bad but he hasn’t spanked you since that night after the police station. And you learn pretty quickly that he’s done messing around. You had to be good now.

But there’s something else, you’re acting far different from before. You’re eager to please him almost. He wonders if maybe he’d taken it too far.

He decides to approach you.

He lets himself into your room again, you greet him with a smile, immediately asking if he needs something done. He shakes his head. “Sit down, love.” You act fast.

He sits down next to you. “Listen. Maybe I was a little too rough on you before.” He mumbles. “I don’t need you to be my servant. Alright? You don’t have to ask permission for every little thing. I just need you to be a good girl. That’s all.” He breathes.

“Phillip..” you trail off, avoiding his gaze. You’re hiding something and he can see it in your eyes. “I thought I was doing good.”

“Of course you are, you’re doing a little too good.” He laughs.

You swallow hard. Your throat is dry. “Is there something going on?” He asks.

You look down. “Don’t lie to me.” He breathes. He rests his hand on your thigh, and can see the way you stiffen at his touch. You don’t seem scared?

“Phillip.. am..” you pause for a second, you’re avoiding the contact but your eyes trail to his as the words leave your lips. “Am I bad girl if I liked it?”

It takes him a second to realize exactly what it is that you’re talking about. He can’t help but laugh, completely shocked by just how much you’ve changed. “No.. no. It doesn’t make you a.. bad girl. If you were acting out on purpose to get punished, that would make you bad. But no.” He doesn’t know what to say. “Is that all?” He asks. You nod your head. He takes a deep breath. “You sure?”

“Yes sir.” You look up at him. Your eyes are shining. That gleam, it’s lust. He knows it now.

You liked when he spanked you. What kind of monster had he created?

Phillip wonders why you don’t seem to know what’s going on. You seem naive when it comes to this. He hesitates before he stands up. “Y/N. Have you ever had a boyfriend?” He asks. “No sir.” He nods his head. He fucked up. Bad. “Listen.. I need you to be good until your mom gets home. You don’t have to be my servant, just be normal alright?” You nod your head. You’ve still got that same look in your eyes, it feels like you’re eating him alive with your gaze and he feels like a creep for this. How could you feel this way when he’s done that to you? What was wrong with you?

She’s got no other authoritative person in her life idiot, you’re the first.

The voice in his head speaks for him and he starts to understand. But he couldn’t let this go any further than it already had. “We clear?” He asks. You nod your head. “Yes sir.” Your voice is barely above a whisper. It’s soft and it concerns him.

For the next few days, it’s normal. Except Phillip finds himself avoiding you. He doesn’t want this to go any further, so he avoids it entirely. When your mom comes home finally, he’s sending you back there and she’s surprised how well behaved you are. She talks to Phillip about how good he did with you, but the gaze you have on him just eats him alive. A couple days later, he notices he hasn’t seen your mom’s car in a while. He finds it odd.

He sees no activity coming from your house so he decides to watch for a little bit and he sees you going outside to do what you’re supposed to. Keeping the lawn nice, taking the trash out. He spots something off about you, you’re wearing different clothes than normal.

He sighs. He opens up his door, making his way across your yard as you rest on your knees on the ground. Planting flowers. “Hey.” He crosses his arms. “Hi.” Your voice is low. “Your mom leave again?” He asks. “Yeah. Her boyfriend is paying to fly her to Jamaica for the rest of the summer and their anniversary.” You explain. “Wait.. isn’t that a couple months away?” He asks. You nod your head. “Mhm. They’re gonna be gone a long time.”

He sighs. Phillip feels bad. Because you have no decent parent in your life. “Um.. well. Hey. I’ll be right next door if you need anything at all.”

He can’t see you, but your lips turn up in a smile. “Thanks Phillip. I’ll be alright though.”

“What uh.. what are you wearing?” He asks. The pleated skirt and ribbed tank top definitely doesn’t look like something he’s seen you in before. “Uh.. my mom said that it’s what girls my age should be wearing.” You sigh, standing up. You finally turn to look at him. “She doesn’t like my other clothes so she threw them out. When I got mad, we got into a fight and then she was gone the next day. This is what she left me with, this and a few other things.” You sigh. He nods. “I’m sorry to hear that.” You shrug. “Nothing I can do.”

“Why don’t you move out?”

“She takes my money.”

“What?”

You nod your head. “I had some money saved for a deposit on an apartment and she found out about it. Took the money and got me fired.”

“Why?”

“Because who will take care of the house for free while she’s gone if I’m not here?”

It suddenly makes sense to Phillip. The rebelling. The back talking and not doing what she asks of you. It makes sense now. He thinks to himself. “How about we make a deal hm?”

You tilt your head, your eyes travel to his jawline and there it is again. That same fucking look in your eyes.

“If you do some chores around my house I’ll pay you. And you can keep your money at my house so that she doesn’t find out about it. That goes for any other money you make too. Maybe I can help you find a job.” You smile. “You’d do that for me?” He nods his head. “Thank you Phillip.” You smile. “For now uh.. don’t do that.”

You look at him confused. “What?”

“Don’t do that for them. If they can’t include you in their lives, they don’t deserve someone who takes care of their house.”

“But..” you swallow hard. “But you said-“

He laughs. “Forget what I said alright? Fuck them.” You swallow hard. Turning to look away from him. You hadn’t heard anyone curse in weeks and hearing it from him seems to catch you off guard. “Why don’t you come over? I was watching a movie.”

“Uh.. sure. Let me change.” You mumble. He nods. You turn to walk away and so does he.

He can’t help but to think to himself, how good you look on your knees.

He has to shake himself out of his thoughts, he shouldn’t be feeling this way and he knew it would happen if he didn’t keep his distance from you. He can’t deny it. You’re such a pretty girl and you’re so sweet too. It’s a curse really. Or maybe a blessing in disguise. He tries not to think too hard on it.

———

He gives you a few chores around his house to start and is surprised by how quickly you finish it. And you do a really good job too. It’s got to be from all of the times your mom had left you alone to do chores around her house. It makes him wonder how long you’d put up with it before you finally started rebelling and he wonders if he was too hard on you before.

You started spending a lot of time around his house when he’s home. He gets used to your presence.

The two of you were watching a movie, he’d fallen asleep.

He hears a loud bang, followed by a car alarm. He jolts awake, looking around. He doesn’t see you anywhere. He hears another crash, this time it sounds like glass shattering. He makes his way up to a window and freezes when he sees your mom holding a baseball bat.

He rushes to the door, opening it and stepping outside. “What the hell is going on!” He calls out. She ignores him, continuing to destroy anything in her path.

He felt like he’d gotten rather close to your mom, despite recently finding out how vile she could be. But she doesn’t stop, so he passes by. He walks inside your house, seeing your step-dad sitting in the living room. He doesn’t care about him either, rushing to find you. The house is torn apart and Phillip steps on glass as he makes his way through. He’s thankful he still had shoes on.

He sees your bedroom is empty but the bathroom near it is closed and locked, the light is on. He knocks but no one answers. “Y/N?”

“Phillip?” He hears you sniffle. “Yeah it’s me, what’s going on darling? Open the door.” He asks.

You open it immediately, throwing yourself into him. “Woah- hey.” You let out a sob, wrapping your arms around his neck. He steps into the bathroom with you, closing the door behind himself and locking it. He kneels down, setting you back down. He closes the lid to the toilet and has you sit down. Only now he sees that you’ve got blood all over your face and hands. “Y/N, you need to tell me what’s going on. Calm down.”

You hiccup, taking in a deep breath. “S-she- they came home when we were watching a movie so I went out to greet them. I didn’t understand why they were home. She yelled at me for not keeping up on the lawn and the house, so I went to bed as normal but I woke up to them fighting…“ you take a deep breath, trying to calm yourself. “He hit her so I tried to get between them and he broke a bottle over my head.”

Phillip is furious.

You take in another deep breath, tears spilling over your eyes. “My mom got mad too. That’s when she grabbed the bat.”

He sighs. “Just.. I’m going to walk you to the front door, when we get there, you’re going to run to my house and lock the door and go to my room okay? You don’t let anyone in but me.” He holds your hands as he says it. You nod your head. “Do you understand?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl. Come on.”

He opens up the door, holding you behind him. He doesn’t hear anything. He leads you out, passing by your step dad who was still sitting on the couch. When you get to the front door, he nudges you forward and you dash to his house. He makes sure you make it before turning around. “What are you doing here? This is none of your business.”

Your mom startles him.

He swallows hard, gritting his teeth. “I’m afraid since this involves Y/N, it is my business. Considering I’ve had to parent her more than you in the last few months.” He reaches forward, snatching the bat from her hands. “Go.” He growls. She walks inside the house. “You know. I’ve seen horrible people before. I have. But you really set the bar on that one. You people are the most horrid, the worst. You’re so cruel to her for no reason and you won’t even let her leave. And you? Breaking a bottle over her head. And you doing nothing about it?” Phillip shakes his head. The two say nothing.

“I have enough standing in the military to disappear you. To wipe the traces of you both clean off the map. So you?” He points to your mom. “Go. And don’t ever look back. If I so much as hear your name, I will come looking.”

She swallows hard, standing up. “Go!” He growls. She hurries to the door.

“What about me, hm?” He stands up.

“You’re going to pay for hurting her.”

———

Phillip walks back across the lawn to his house. Knocking at the door. It takes a while before he hears your footsteps. Just barely since you’re trying to be quiet. “It’s me Y/N.” He mumbles.

You open the door right up, eyes widening when you see him. “What happened?”

“Nothing, don’t worry about it okay?”

You look up at him, eyes wide. He’s got blood all over his hands.

“Come on, I’ve got to take a look at your head.” He takes your hand, leading you into his bathroom. He flicks the light on. You’ve got a few gashes across your head. Nothing too bad luckily. He helps you clean them up the best he can.

He cleans the blood off of himself. He’s only got a couple cuts and bruises. He’s gotten away luckier than you. “I’m sorry he did that to you.” He’s leaning up against his kitchen counter, beer in hand. You’re sitting at his table. Leaning back. “It’s okay, I’ve been through worse.” You mumble. “What will I do now? Do you think she’s gone for good?” You look at him.

“I think so. But… you’ll do what you usually do.” He takes a swig of his beer.

“You’ll just stay with me.”

You nod your head. “I’m sorry that you’ve pretty much had to parent me. It’s not your job.”

He laughs. “No, you’re right. It’s not my job. However, you wouldn’t be here if I didn’t mind.” He smiles. You look down.

“Do you think she’ll always be that way?” You ask.

He sighs. “Maybe not forever but for a long time. People don’t usually change. Not until their life is almost over and then they start to regret it. But.. you and I will get this figured out. I’ll get you set up and taken care of.” He nods.

“Thank you Phillip.” He smiles.

The house your mom and stepdad had was nice. Since he’d given your stepdad the beating of a lifetime, getting it into his name was easy. He fixed a couple small things here or there and had it up for sale within a couple weeks.

All of the money from the house he put into an account for you. You were completely surprised when he’d given you the account information and put your name on the account.

“Should be more than enough for a place of your own and some to live on until you figure out what you want to do.”

You’re scared.

You’ve never done any of this before and now you have to figure it out all on your own with no parents to help you. And Phillip has made it very clear that he’s only temporary.

You grow distant from him and he notices it.

You find a job and start working more. Phillip thought he’d be okay with it.

But he actually hates it.

He wanted to keep away from you. Keep those sick thoughts of touching you out of his head but he just can’t help it and he knows he’s hurting you by how distant you’ve grown and if he doesn’t fix this, he’s going to fuck it up for good.

You creep in late, not expecting him to still be awake. When you close the door behind yourself, he flicks the light on, startling you.

“Jesus.” You mumble.

He smiles, beer in hand. “Caught ya this time darling. Sit down.” He mumbles.

You do, you’ve always listened so good to him.

“How are you doing? You live here and yet I feel like I hardly hear from you.” He laughs. “Just.. working and stuff. Apartment hunting.” You mumble. You’re avoiding his eye contact like it’s the plague.

“Yeah?” He laughs.

He stands up from his chair, setting his beer down on the coffee table and moving to sit next to you. He was acting weird.

“You don’t have to be in that big of a hurry, you know.” He sets his arm behind you on the back of the couch. “I know.. I’ve just already taken up so much of your time.” You mumble.

He smiles. “Believe me, if you weren’t here, I’d be bored out of my mind.” He laughs. You smile but he can see how distant you’ve grown.

“You know.. I uh.. I’ve been thinking.” He mumbles.

You turn to look at him, blinking when you realize just how close he is to you. He turns himself, left arm over the couch still, right hand resting on your thigh.

Why the hell is he so close to you?

He slides his hand further up your thigh, hearing the breath you let out as he pushes it.

“W-what are doing?” You look at him.

He’s leaning into you, eyes dark. His lips just barely brush over yours.

You slide away from him, standing up. You take him off guard. “No offense Phillip, but I can smell the beer on you from here. Okay? I think you’ve had too much to drink.” You breathe. Your voice is unsteady, something he’s never heard before. You sound so unsure. Before he has any time to explain himself, you rush to the guest room.

He sighs to himself.

Shit.

He follows after you, grasping the door handle but you’ve locked the door.

“Y/N, open the door.”

You stand up, backing yourself into a wall on the opposite side. “No Phillip, I don’t think it’s a good idea.” You breathe.

“Y/N.” He takes in a deep breath. “You don’t want to make me mad.”

“Please- I don’t want to open it. You’re scaring me.”

He swallows hard, stepping back.

“I.. I wasn’t trying scare you, love.” You can see that he’s back tracking.

“I can see how distant you’re getting from me already and I hate it, you know. I feel selfish for but I want you to stay here.”

You stay quiet.

“Feel like I’m talking to a door here.” He laughs.

You open it, catching him off guard.

You step back when he comes in. “Why do you want me to stay?” You ask.

“I like having you around, you know? You’re a sweet girl and when you’re around it’s like you’re not even here. You’re quiet and sweet.” He breathes. “And by the way, I’ve had 2 beers. Not even buzzed.” He laughs. You swallow hard.

“S-so.. out there. What were you…” you look up at him. He laughs, looking down. “Well. I was going to kiss you. But you panicked a little bit.” He smirks.

You’re stunned.

Staring back at him in complete disbelief because Phillip had made it so clear that he was not interested in you like that in any way.

He moves closer, pushing your hair back out of your face. “Would you be okay with that? If I kissed you?” He asks.

You look up at him. Nodding your head.

So he does. He grips your throat and holds you in place as he presses his lips to yours. You gasp when he steps closer, his body presses up against yours. He deepens the kiss, teeth knocking into yours with how hard he kisses you and before you have a moment to react, he’s backing you into the bed. He breaks apart from you only to let you fall back into it.

“Shit.” He hisses, gripping his cock through his jeans. He’s turned on.

“I want to take this further but I want you to be comfortable.” He groans. “I’m.. I’m fine Phillip.” You breathe. He takes a deep breath, thinking about his next move and what it will be.

Are you ready for this? To take him?

Do you even know what Phillip is capable of? The things that he’s done?

Of course you don’t. And he’s not going to tell you, because you aren’t ready just yet.

“Take your shirt off.” The words leave his lips before he realizes it.

You do it, no hesitation. Because you listen to him. Out of respect or fear, he doesn’t know.

His lips are pursed together, he’s deep in thought as he draws his fingertips over yours stomach. Back and forth over your belly button. Phillip is going to lose himself in you, how has he allowed this to happen? He told himself he wouldn’t.

The look in your eyes as you stare up at him is what eggs him on.

He traces your stomach, down to the waistband of your pants. He pops open the button with one hand and helps you remove them. When you’re completely exposed to him, you’re nervous. You’d only been exposed like this once before and he’d hurt you.

His touches are gentle and quick. Merely traces as he decides his next step.

He stands up away from the bed, grasping his own shirt and sliding it over his head. His stomach is toned, he’s very fit. You tear your eyes away from him and he smiles. You’re overwhelmed already.

He works at his own jeans to remove them and when they’re off, he’s left in boxers. He slides them down, seeing the way your eyes draw down his form. He’s well endowed and while you know exactly what’s to come, you can’t help but be nervous. Your breaths are unsteady, you’re clearly nervous and he can sense it. He moves himself over the top of you. “It’s okay. You can trust me.”

Can I?

“Yes. Of course you can.”

You didn’t mean to say that out loud, shit.

He lowers himself to kiss you again, rocking himself into you. The only thing keeping him from you now is your panties. His bare cock brushes over your clothed opening, drawing a gasp from your lips. The feel of him alone was overwhelming. “It’s okay. Nothing to be nervous about.” He breathes. He rocks his hips into you, hearing you take in a sharp breath.

A wet patch starts to form on your panties and he knows what he’s doing is working. The more turned on you are, the more relaxed you’ll be.

He glides his fingertips over your shoulder and collarbones, pushing your hair off of your chest to expose your throat to him. He lowers his face into the crook of your neck, nudging your face to the side to kiss you. Teeth marking you as he grinds into you.

You feel like you’re about to explode when he tugs your panties to the side and sinks right inside of you.

He figures maybe the slow approach would hurt worse, at least the pain would last longer.

It pierces you.

The deep penetration not only catches you off guard but it hurts, it’s intense.

You cry out, and not a good one. He kisses you to silence you. Trying to soothe you as he takes no time to let you adjust. He draws back and pushes back inside, trying to even out the pain.

He finally stops, no longer moving to give you a moment to adjust.

He should’ve given you more time to change your mind but he couldn’t wait any longer.

You’ve calmed down, tear stains remain on your cheeks but they’re only watery now. He starts slow, just as before. Rocking his hips back and into you at the perfect pace to get you adjusted to him. When the pain subsides, it makes you realize just how full of him you were.

Just how much your body was taking.

A moan finally leaves your lips, realization hitting you like a ton of bricks and you wiggle out from under him slightly.

“Woah- hey. It’s alright.”

He tries to calm you. You’re panting, breathing hard. He’s raised himself off of you just slightly. Cock still partially buried into you. His body weight on you suddenly feels too much. Why is he doing this?

“Y/N.” He reaches out, drawing shapes with his fingertips into you once more.

“Why are you doing this?” You ask.

“Because.. I have feelings for you.”

You clench your eyes shut, moaning as he moves closer. Burying himself to the hilt once again.

“No you don’t, you never did before.” You close your eyes, whining as he draws back and thrusts back into you. “Yes I do.” He keeps a steady pace, talking you through it. It doesn’t feel good enough yet, you wouldn’t be able to form complete sentences like this if it were.

“I have from the beginning, I just knew it wasn’t right of me to do it. It’s still not. I just can’t take it anymore.” He breathes.

“I- oh god!” You cry, he feels really good all of a sudden.

“It’s okay. Look at me.” He forces your chin up, looking you deep in the eyes. “You’re distracting yourself from it. Don’t shy away now, let yourself feel it.”

Your eyes lower from his face to where the both of you connect. Where his cock glides out of you before he thrusts it back in. You’re shaking before you realize it.

Panting out his name, it feels good.

“That’s my girl.. doing so good for me now honey.” He breathes, moaning out. He’s trying to keep himself together but you’re tight on him. He slides so easily because you’re so wet. “You’re so good darling, so so good. Oh fuck-“ he nearly whimpers it. A side of him you hadn’t seen.

A side of him you want to see forever.

You’re getting close, you can tell by the uneasy feeling growing in your lower stomach, like butterflies but unstable. He picks up the pace, holding your hips down and taking deeper thrusts into you. “Phillip, I think I-“ your lips part in a gasp and he lowers his hand to rub your clit until you reach your peak around him. Your cries pierce his ears and he can’t contain his unsteady moans as he thrusts his hips into you, reaching that wall. His cock pulses with his orgasm, you can feel him cum inside of you, the pressure finally being released. Your eyes widen when you realize what he’s just done.

“It’s okay.” He breathes. “Nothing to worry about.”

He rests his head on your chest for a second, trying to regain composure.

He can’t believe how bad he’d lost it while inside you. When he’s come down from his high, he slides out of you, seeing you flinch.

“You alright?” He asks.

You nod your head. “Yeah. You just caught me off guard that’s all.” He laughs.

“It’ll be alright. But I’m serious. Stay here with me. Save your money for something else and stay.”

“But Phillip that’s not-“

He presses his finger to your lips. “I’m a lonely man, you won’t leave me here all alone will you?” He smiles.

You smile. “Alright, fine. I’ll stay.”

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I got the day off and I’m trying to clear out my drafts completely today so I can reopen requests 🥰

I hope you have enjoyed these last few posts I’ve made, I appreciate all of you! ❤️❤️

[miniwheat77]

Could you do one where the reader is price’s secret weapon and she saves the team from macarov and his team and ghost becomes obsessed with her.

Posted! Hope you like it <3

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Secret Weapon. (Ghost x Reader.)

!nsfw, smut, unprotected p in v sex, violence, war, blood, NO MINORS! This was a request that’s been sitting in my inbox a while :)

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“Captain.. what the fuck do we do?” Gaz pants out. His back is pressed firmly against the wall.

John thinks for a moment. What does he do?

Nikolai is unavailable. But he’s got an idea.

He lifts up his radio, turning it to a channel he hasn’t been on in years.

“Viper 1-1 page back.” He calls into the radio.

“Viper 1-1, copy.”

“We’re trapped on a rooftop.” Captain Price recites your coordinates. He had heard in passing that the pilot was nearby on another mission.

“Thirty-five out, we’re on the way.”

He sighs.

“Thank god.” He mumbles. The four are stuck on the rooftop. No where to go and hardly any ammo.

“We’re?” Gaz asks. They remember who the pilot is.

They fight all they can, all hope is about to be lost when the loud rumble of the helicopter comes.

The buzzing sound makes them perk up, seeing the flashback from the gun inside. They can’t see the person holding it.

Captain Price watches with a smile. The helicopter stays airborne until there is no one moving on the ground. They watch it land a couple hundred feet away, seeing two people get out of it. Clearing buildings as they make their way to the four.

The door finally opens, the four standing up. They’d been using the brick walls as cover.

You’re the first to step into their view, but you’ve got a ski mask on.

You grasp the hem of it, pulling it over your head.

You smile.

“Long time no see, Captain.” You nod.

“Shit. I could tell by how good the shots were that it was you.” He laughs. Pulling you in for a hug, hugging the pilot next.

The others watch, stunned.

“Oh uh… boys. This is Y/N.” He nods.

“My secret weapon.”

They take the time to shake your hand, introducing themselves to you.

But Ghost is completely taken off guard by you.

The way your hair falls after you take the mask, the fact that he didn’t expect to see a girl, let alone one was pretty as you.

What the hell?

You’d just saved his life. He was all out of ammo holed up in one building, if you hadn’t come? He wouldn’t even be alive to tell the tale.

It was the start of something Ghost never saw coming. Not in a million years.

———

It took a lot of convincing for you to join the task force.

Since you had made friends with the men, they bothered you to no limit to join. They liked you. You were skilled. They wanted you around all of the time.

When you eventually joined, Ghost spiraled completely out of control.

He avoided you like the plague because he knew what was coming and he was scared. He started drinking more, hiding in his room more. Socializing less and everyone noticed.

But only Johnny had caught on as to why.

He was falling in love with you, and he knew it.

He was falling and he was falling hard and he knew the only end to that free fall is the hard concrete when he lands. Ghost didn’t love. He didn’t because there was only heartbreak and hurt.

The first time it happened, he didn’t mean to.

You were doing your laundry, passing by his room with a basket when they fell out. He waited a while for you to come back for them but you never did so he swiped them.

A pair of panties.

Ghost was in too deep and he knew it.

Fisting his cock to the thought of you, face buried in your panties. He hated himself for what he’d become and he hated you for what you’d done to him. You’d made him a fool and he’d only spoken to you in passing.

He didn’t know what to do, so he did the only thing he could think of.

Kill.

On missions he was ruthless.

He didn’t know anything other than violence and pain. So he pushed himself to no limit. Working hard, staying up late. Taking extra watch and beating himself up mentally day and night about how weak he’d become all because of a woman.

He spent hours and hours training and working out. He’d lost count the days he’d spent in the shooting range and his death toll jumped by hundreds and grew more and more with each mission he went out on. Ghost was smart and skilled. He understood everything but the only thing he couldn’t figure out was you.

Finally, Johnny cornered him.

Ghost was walking to his room, Johnny was hot on his tail, asking how he was doing.

“Fine Johnny. Leave it be.” He mumbles, he goes to close his door but Soap doesn’t let him have it. Catching it with his boot and walking in, closing the door behind himself. “There’s something wrong with you, you’ve got the entire bloody task force worried sick about ya so you better start talkin.” He growls.

Ghost raises his eyebrows. Johnny had never spoken to him like that before.

“‘Scuse me?”

“You heard what I said, Ghost.”

He crosses his arms and Soap doesn’t let feel intimidated by him, of course he does. But Ghost is his friend. He cares about him.

“Full offense Johnny, piss off. We’re not teenage girls and I don’t intend on sharing my feelings with you so I think you should leave.”

He shakes his head. “I’ll set up camp until you’re ready to talk about it.” He stands his ground. Ghost sighs. “I don’t know how to talk about it Johnny. I don’t even know what’s wrong myself.”

“That’s a start, LT. The hell has gotten into you? You’re like a machine. Wake up, eat, kill, sleep.”

Ghost sighs.

“That girl.”

Realization hits Soap like a ton of bricks.

“I just..” he sighs. Sitting down on his bed. “I don’t know.”

“You have feelings for her?” Soap asks.

“I’d say I have more than just feelings for her, Johnny.” Ghost wipes his face through his mask. “Shit LT.”

“No kidding.”

“Well you won’t get the girl by being so reclusive sir.”

“My plan isn’t to get the girl Johnny, life is painful enough as is!” He groans.

“Yeah, well life is too short to worry about what hurts and let what you’ll enjoy pass you. So get out there and try. Christ in heaven you’re a brick wall.” He groans.

Ghost sighs. Johnny is right.

“Whatever Johnny, I have a lot to think about so.. kindly. Go to bed.”

“Fine. But we’re not done about this and you know it.” Soap rolls his eyes, leaving through the door. He can’t believe it. Ghost was in love with you.

———

“Ghost page back.” Captain mumbles into the radio.

“Copy.”

“Soap is feeling ill. You mind taking over his 0100 patrol?”

“Not at all sir.”

Ghost finishes up what he’s doing and prepares for the patrol.

Since they’re out of the states and in enemy territory they have patrol often.

“Great, you’ll be with Y/N.”

Ghost freezes in his spot.

“Johnny page back.”

“Copy.”

“I see you in person, you’re a dead man MacTavish.”

“Already in for the night sir, door’s locked. See you tomorrow.”

Ghost can’t see it but the scot snickers to himself inside his room. Feeling very well actually.

Ghost meets up with you just before your patrol together and wants to crawl into a hole and die. You were so beautiful and there was nothing he could do about it.

It’s quiet for a while. The two of you walking alongside each other. It’s pitch dark out. The only lights come from the base. “So. How long you know Price for?” He’s trying to make small talk. Something that takes you off guard. He never seemed to be this open.

“Since I started in the military actually. He was at the convention I enlisted at.” You smile. “Really? I forget how old the man is.” He laughs. “I totally did not think you were this outgoing, Ghost.” You laugh. “What do you mean?”

“You just do not seem the type for small talk.” You smile.

He chuckles. “Nah, the mask makes me unapproachable but that not intentional.”

“Than why do you wear it?”

“To hide my identity. I’ve killed a lot of people and don’t want retaliation.”

“Don’t they just know to go after the guy in the skull mask though?” You side eye him. “Yeah, but when I wear it I want to be found.”

“Good point.” You smile.

“Stop.” He throws a hand up in front of you suddenly. “Woah-“ you mumble. He looks around, every alarm in his body is going off.

“What is it?” You ask. “Something doesn’t feel right.” He mumbles. He draws out his flashlight, shining at the ground. He doesn’t see anything, not for the first few feet at least. After that is when he notices indents in the sand. Footprints.

He follows them straight up to the barbed wire fence around the base.

“Price page back.”

He waits a minute.

“Captain Price page back.”

“Copy, what is it?”

“Footprints leading up to the Southwest fence. We’ll follow them and make sure it’s not a threat but we haven’t covered the north yet.” He says it into his radio and waits.

“Garrick and I will cover it, just be safe. Page back every ten until you know it’s clear.”

“Yes sir.”

Ghost tilts his head, letting you know to follow him.

You do just that.

It takes a couple miles of walking before you spot a building in the distance, thank god for night vision.

Ghost posts up and watches for a while, not seeing any movement. The two of you approach, you go slow. You never do see any movement, the building is severely run down, the roof is in bad shape and it’s dirty. “Do you think they’re human footprints?” You ask.

He shrugs. “Hard to say with the sand. Could be an animal of some kind. Could explain the staggering of them.” He explains.

You nod your head. “Looks like everything is clear Captain, we’re going to look around a bit and than head back.”

“Got it, we’re heading for bed. Page if you need anything else Simon.”

You step inside the run down building, it was once someone’s house. Out in the middle of nowhere.

Odd.

The rooms inside seem intact, aside from being dusty, frozen in time. Plants have taken over and some of the dishes that remain are broken but the bedrooms are still completely normal. The beds are made.

You walk inside and sit down on a bed, groaning. “I don’t wanna walk back yet.” You whine. “Take a break.” He laughs. “Okay.”

He chuckles. That didn’t take much convincing.

“Can I show you something?” He asks. “Sure, what is it?”

He moves to sit next to you, grasping his mask. Your eyes widen when he pulls it straight off. “You’re showing me this why? Explain yourself?” You laugh,

“No that’s not what I wanted to show you, this is.”

He grasps your chin and goes for it.

All the money in the pot. A gamble of a lifetime.

He plants his lips straight on yours and his blood rushes through him, his heart pounding so loud it’s all he hears. He expects you to pull back. To be disgusted with him.

But you don’t. You meet him in the middle and kiss him back even harder.

He pushes you back on the dusty bed raising himself up over you, one leg resting between yours. His thigh is flush with your clothed opening. He doesn’t stop kissing you, he takes even further.

When you feel his tongue on yours, you finally pull away with a gasp.

“Ghost-“ you pant.

“Simon. Call me Simon.” He breathes. “W-why are you doing this?” You hiss as he pushes his thigh further into you. “Because I’ve waited long enough to get my fucking hands on you. I can’t take it anymore.” He groans. You hadn’t expected him to be so forward, you also didn’t expect how handsome he’d be without a mask on. How overly willing he was to expose himself to you shows you that he trust you, and obviously had more feelings for you than he let on. Ghost didn’t just act out of lust, Johnny told you that.

Now you realize why you’d had that conversation earlier in the day. Fucking scot.

He gets your vest unzipped and grasps hold of your shirt, ripping it straight down the middle. He hears you gasp. “Simon!”

“Quiet, I’ll replace it with twenty more.” He breathes.

The click of his pocket knife makes you freeze. But he’s skilled with it, moving quickly, slicing the small slit of fabric holding your bra together. He shoves the fabric off of you and cups your breasts with his hands, leaning down to take one of your nipples into his mouth while he toys with the other. Pinching it between his fingers and tugging on it. You whine out, raising your hips and rutting yourself into his thigh. Ghost is the person you talked to the very least, yet here you are. On display for him.

“God you’re a fucking minx.” He hisses. He sits up and watches you roll your hips into his thigh. Desperate for him to touch you. You realize something.

“You’re the one who’s been stealing my panties, aren’t you?” You smirk.

He visibly blushes.

“You’re a cheeky thing! I can’t believe it’s been you!” You gasp. “Shut up.” He hisses. He doesn’t like to be embarrassed, you’re lucky it’s you or he would’ve told you to get fucked by now. “Fuck, how many have you gotten away with?”

He shrugs. “Lot more than you’d expect.”

“You’re such a fucking pervert.” You laugh.

“Yeah, you’d think even worse of me if you knew what I did with them.” He growls. He shoves his face into the crook of your neck, attacking your skin with his teeth and lips. Pushing his hand down the front of your waistband. He glides his fingers over your pussy, hearing you whine.

“Now I want to know. What you did with them.”

He chuckles, it’s dark.

“The smell of you is intoxicating, darling.”

You moan out. “Fuck I shouldn’t think that’s hot but I do.” You mewl. Lips parted as he sucks at your throat. Your jugular vein is pulsing and he can’t feel it with his tongue. He rests his hand over your head. “Been waiting weeks for a taste of you, doll. Now we’re here.” He groans, kissing roughly down your center. He’s rough as he tugs your pants down your legs, barely taking the time to unbutton them. You thought maybe he’d cut those off too, not that you’d mind anyways.

He kisses further down, hearing your breathing pick up even more as he presses lower. He doesn’t start slow like you thought he would. Starting by sucking directly on your clit, making you flinch.

You hiss, jumping away from him. You hear him chuckle as he starts his assault on it.

“Poor thing, so sensitive.” He smirks.

“Shut up before I ride your face, Riley.” You hiss, pushing a hand in his hair.

“Oh no?” He smirks. You roll your eyes.

He lowers his head back down, gliding his tongue up your slit.

Like a predator toying with its prey.

Just before he devours you whole.

He doesn’t relent, no matter how much you cry or squirm. He holds you down by your thighs. He presses his tongue into your opening, rubbing your clit with his nose like a dog. He’s filthy.

You didn’t think Ghost was the type to be so dirty. When he’s got you right on the edge, crying out in pure bliss. You’re about to beg him not to stop but he draws back anyways. His lips are wet in your arousal. His cheeks are flushed pink, pupils blown wide with lust.

He sits up, grasping his shirt and forcing it over his head, going for his cargo pants next.

You’re watching him in a daze. Drunk off his lips and how he’s made you feel.

“I was normal until you came along, hm. Didn’t think I could feel what I feel until you saved our asses on that rooftop. I thought I’d be okay until you pulled that damned ski mask off and showed your fuckin’ face and now I don’t think I’ll be okay again. You’ll pay for it darling.”

He moves himself over the top of you, thrusting himself straight inside you to the hilt, you’re crying out.

“You’ll pay for it by letting me have this pussy whenever I want it.” He growls.

He’s relentless. Doesn’t matter how much you fall apart or how much you cry. He doesn’t let up. He’s rough, his pace is bruising. You can’t get out a single word as he works his hips into yours, using his thumb to rub circles on your swollen clit.

You’re impossibly wet around him, clutching at the old sheets so hard your knuckles go white. He laughs. He snaps his hips into yours, feeling how wet you are around him. Moaning and whining, writhing from the pleasure he’s giving you. You’ve never felt something so intense before. Not in your life.

He forces you to roll over, gasping out at the loss of him but he doesn’t give you long. Once you’re on your stomach, he’s raising you up by your hips and thrusting back into you. Pushing your face roughly into the mattress and holding your hands behind your back.

“Fuckin hell Simon!” You cry.

You feel good of course, but you need him to relent. Just for a minute at least.

“So much-“ you cry. “You’re mine. Say it.” He growls. “Maybe I’ll let up.”

“I’m yours!” You sob.

“Say it again!” He growls. He grips your hands hard.

“I’m yours Simon- fuck! I’m yours!” He buries himself inside of you to the hilt, slowing his speed but not his force. He pulls you up by your arms, still holding them behind you. Your eyes widen when you realize there’s a mirror above the bed. It’s broken and dusty but that doesn’t mean you can’t see yourselves in it.

He wraps his hands around your waist, still fucking into you but he’s being gentler now. Slow.

“Say it again.” His voice is a low growl. You almost miss it.

“I’m yours.” You whine. Raising your hand to touch his cheek.

“Again.” He growls even louder. Pushing into your belly. “I- I’m yours Simon. All fucking yours.” You’re nearly chanting it.

You sob, tears spilling over your eyelids.

“Now fucking scream it.” He grits his teeth, thrusting straight up into that spongy spot deep inside of you, sending you straight into your orgasm and you nearly do just that. You’re loud when you cum, barely getting out the words “I’m yours!” As you cry and sob, lurching forward and shaking through your orgasm. He fucks you through it, clutching onto you for dear life as he moans out, reaching his own high. He thrusts as deep as he’ll go before he cums. It’s a decision he may regret but right now, he doesn’t care.

You’re whimpering as he slides out of you. Taking in oxygen like it’s limited.

He helps you until you’re lying on your back again. Soothing you. He massages your skin, bringing you back down to earth.

Simon knew better than to be so rough but he lost himself.

“Shhh.. s’okay baby. I’ve got you.” He breathes. You close your eyes, steadying your breaths.

Simon was a lot of man, he knew he was.

He draws his fingertips over your chest and arms, your eyes follow them as he lets you relax.

“You alright?” He asks.

“Yeah.” You mumble. “I wasn’t too much was I?” He smiles.

“No- not at all. Though you came on VERY strong.” You smirk.

He laughs. “That’s the only way, baby.”

He sits up. “Now come on, we’ve got to head back before they realize we’re missing.”

“Yes sir.”

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[miniwheat77]

Stuck. (Gym Teacher!Soap x Reader.)

!NSFW, Smut, READER IS 18, NO MINORS, proceed with caution, age gap, unprotected p in v sex, soap and reader almost get caught, teacher x student relationship!

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You stood in front of the mirror in the bathroom. Frustrated.

You hated school, absolutely despised it.

You’d just gotten to school and already one of the girls who was mean to you slammed into you, her coffee ruining your shirt.

It was a light colored shirt and now it was ruined. You tried your best to wash it and decided to just suffer until Gym. You’d just change into your Gym clothes when you got there. Maybe you could talk to your Gym teacher, Mr. MacTavish about sitting this one out today. He would understand.

You got along with him really well. He understands better than most anyways.

You covered your shirt up the best you could until you made your way to the Gym, just before Lunch is when your gym class was.

You were able to sit out for the day, thankfully since you'd have to wear your gym shirt and didn't want to be all sweaty for the rest of the day. After your class was over, you hurried into the girls locker room, usually there were no gym classes taught after lunch anyways. You tugged your shirt off and slipped your pants down your legs. Opening up your locker. Your face contorts into confusion.

Your clothes are gone.

“Looking for these?” You spin around, seeing the three girls that had made your life a living hell since you started at this dreadful school. You sigh. “Please give them back.” You sigh. “Hmm.. how about you come get them?” She smirks. You clench your eyes shut. Reopening them after a second. Reaching for your coffee stained shirt you had just taken off. Another girl snatches it away from you. Just as you’re about to step forward, she shoves you back. “No! No wait!” You cry out.

She forces you back, slamming the locker door shut. You push on it but it’s latched. You can hear them laughing. “Let me out!” You cry. “Leave her there, come on.”

You wrap your arms around yourself. It’s cold.

You bang on the locker for a while, but nobody hears you.

You don’t know how long you’re going to be stuck inside.

—

It’s hours later, you’re freezing and shivering but you’re trying to relax.

You finally hear the door open, Mr. MacTavish happens to be coming inside to clean everything up for the day. There’s supposed to be no girls inside.

You can hear him whistling as he walks inside. Dread sets into your gut. You didn’t want it to be him that found you but you had no choice. You bang on the locker, startling him as he nears. “Please let me out! Please help!” You cry out. “Y/N?” He hears your voice right away. “What the hell?” He makes his way to your locker, lifting the tab and opening it up. You cover yourself up. He turns his head, seeing you’re almost nude. “What the hell is going on?”

“They locked me in here just after Gym.” You cover yourself up. He turns back to you. “Christ, the same three?” He asks. You nod your head. He shakes his head. This isn’t the first time this has happened. You’d actually spent a lot of time in Mr. MacTavish’s office because of injuries inflicted from the three. “Just.. stay here. I’ll find you something.”

Just as he turns to walk away. He can hear footsteps coming his way. “Shit. This is about to look really bad.” He hesitates, hoping they’ll pass. When the footsteps get closer, he panics.

He grasps your arm, moving you to the other side and unintentionally slamming you up against lockers, clamping a hand over your mouth before you can yelp out. “Stay quiet.” He breathes. He sees your wide eyes staring back at him.

“You’re half nude and I’m in here alone with you.” He mumbles. You nod your head, eyes still wide. How close he is to you is intimidating.

“Mr. MacTavish? Are you in here?” You can hear that it’s another teacher. “Yeah- I’m just cleaning up the locker room!” He calls. “Oh okay. I just had a real quick question.” He looks to you again, raising his finger up to his lips to hush you. Slowly releasing his hand from your mouth. Your lips part in surprise.

Mr. MacTavish steps out from behind the locker. Placing his hand on the lockers to make it seem like there’s nothing out of the ordinary. “What was your question.”

“Did Y/N show up to your Gym class? I was talking to another couple teachers and they said she was here for a few classes and gone for the rest and nobody knows where she went.”

“Ah, it was probably those girls who pick on her. They probably did something to make her go home.”

You clench your eyes shut. You didn’t want him telling anyone about them. “What?” He says confused. Mr. MacTavish gives him their names and tells him about a few things they had done to you in the past.

After a few minutes, he finally leaves.

“Oh thank god.” He mumbles. He quickly locks the door. You stay where you are, back pressed against the cold row of lockers behind you. You stay quiet, hearing his footsteps coming your way. “Here.” He holds out a baggy t-shirt. It’s the only thing he’s got. “Thanks.” You mumble. You slide it over your head. It goes down passed your hips thankfully.

“What’s wrong?” He asks. He’s noticing your change in demeanor. “Why did you tell him all of that? I didn’t want anyone to know.”

“Y/N, they left you in a locker for hours. You’re lucky I came in here because it’s Friday. If you had got locked in there over the weekend, you could’ve died.”

“I don’t care. I didn’t want anyone to know.”

He sighs, rubbing his eyes. “Y/N. Why do you let them pick on you? I’ve seen you participating in some of the activities I have in my class. I know you hold back.”

“Jesus Christ Mr. MacTavish.” You groan. “The Principal is related to Taylor!”

“So what?” He crosses his arms. “So they’re not going to take my side. They’re going to side with her.”

He shakes his head. “Not while I’m around. Not after locking you in here. Jesus Christ.” He mumbles. He stands in front of you, moving closer. “Y/N. You have to stand up for yourself or nothing is ever going to change.” He breathes. His close proximity is starting to overwhelm you. “I-“

He can see you getting overwhelmed, he can tell you feel cornered. He backs off. “Come on, follow me.” He shakes his head. You skeptically look at him, following after him. Tugging the shirt down as you walk behind him. Once he’s got you into his office, he digs through an old bin of gym shorts he had and passes a pair to you. You quickly slide them on. “Now come on. We’re going to the office.” He mumbles. “For what?”

“Just come on.” He mumbles.

You sigh. Following after him.

Those bitches even took your shoes.

You want to curl up and die.

When he opens up the office door for you, you walk in first and immediately see Taylor waiting for the principal who is her father to take her home for the day. She has a smirk on her face when she sees you. “Mr. MacTavish, everything okay?” The receptionist smiles. “No.” He mumbles, he asks her to get a hold of the principal.

He eventually emerges out of his office. “John, something going on?”

“Yeah, Taylor and a couple of her friends locked Y/N in one of the gym lockers for about…” he looks down at his watch. “4 hours. Took her clothes as well.”

He turns to look at Taylor. “Is this true?”

“What? No. He’s lying.”

“Y/N, is that what happened?”

You nod your head. “Why do you think she doesn’t have any shoes on? Her attendance is suffering from Taylor’s bullying. That’s almost half a day missed because of this, and only god knows what could’ve happened to Y/N if I hadn’t heard her calling for help.”

He turns to look at her, and she starts in with the crocodile tears.

“Well. I’m sure this was just a misunderstanding. We’ll get it taken care of.”

—

Mr. MacTavish doesn’t understand why you’re gone for another week, until he finds out you were placed on suspension.

You were right, there’s nothing you can do.

When you come back, they’ve ramped up the harassment.

You’ve had enough, and Mr. MacTavish was right. You do hold back.

You’re sitting on the bench, they never did give you your gym clothes back. You have to wait for new ones, so you’re sitting out of the activities until further notice. Mr. MacTavish notices the three girls are talking to you, probably being rude.

He sighs, trying to finish up his grading when he hears a “oh shit!” From one of his students. Turning to see that you’re no longer on the bench, and instead, straddling Taylor. You’ve got a hand wrapped in her hair as you wail on her. The other two try to intervene but you’re not budging. “Steamin’ Jesus.” He groans, jogging over to the two of you. He tries to pull you off of her but even he struggles.

When he’s finally got you off of her, you’re seething. Breathing heavily and saying nothing. “My office! Go!” He pushes you. You glare at him, turning your back and walking toward his office, shaking the pain off of your hand. He helps Taylor up, she’s holding her bleeding nose.

He knows it’s bad but he wants to laugh, this is exactly what she deserves. “Go to the nurse, the three of you.” He shakes his head.

He gives every one else instructions to go back to the basketball game they were playing. Making his way to his office.

You’re sitting in the chair in front of his desk and he laughs the moment the door is closed. “What happened?”

“She was taunting me.” You shrug. He shakes his head. “I’m afraid you’re really in for it now, kid.” He laughs.

After a few more minutes, the principal barges in. “This behavior is unacceptable.” He seethes.

“Y/N, go wait outside on the bench for a minute.” He ushers you out, closing the door behind you.

“She’s on immediate suspension- this is ridiculous.”

“No.” He mumbles.

“What?”

Mr. MacTavish crosses his arms.

“The janitor found Y/N’s clothes in the trash can behind the school a few days ago. He thought it was odd so he brought them to me. Can only assume you placed them in there, right?” He mumbles. “Or maybe this will tell us?” He holds up the flash drive from the janitor, the footage of him throwing them in there to cover up for Taylor.

“If you don’t tell Taylor and her little friends to leave Y/N alone, I’m going to go to the board about this. And you’ll lose your job, and Taylor will get expelled. You wouldn’t want that right?”

He shuts up really fast. “If Y/N starts in on one of the three again, I won’t pull her off next time. Raise your kids to be better, not assholes.” He wants to come out of his chair and put hands on him. “Fine. Alright. Whatever you want.”

“I mean it, not one more time. And I want you to pay the fees it’s going to take to replace Y/N’s shoes and gym clothes.” He’s got his arms crossed. “Alright. Fine. She still has to be held accountable for violence.”

“We’ll talk with her.” He shakes his head. “Y/N. Come back in.” He waves you inside.

You sit down and they’re both standing as they look at you. “Violence is unacceptable Y/N.” Mr. MacTavish looks at him as he says it. You bring your eyes up from the floor, looking at him. “Yes sir.” You mumble. Johnny can see that you want to roll your eyes. You’re feigning regret. “Detention. For the rest of the week.” He sighs. “Yes sir.” You repeat it, Johnny wants to roll his eyes. “Is that all?”

“Yes.” He sighs. He walks out and you huff, sitting down.

“Want some ice?” He asks, seeing your knuckles that are split and swollen. “No. The sting reminds me of what it felt like to hit her in her stupid face.” You sigh. He can’t help but laugh. “You can hang out in here but I’ve got to get back to my class.” You nod.

He goes out to make sure everyone is doing what they’re supposed to. By the time he comes back, you’re gone. At some point, the Principal had placed enough money on his desk for new Gym clothes for you. Johnny can’t believe the lengths he’d go, to protect his daughter, especially when she’s the one in the wrong.

For the remainder of the week, he spots you in passing. Seeing you resting your head on your hand in Detention. Sending you smiles in the hallway. If Johnny had to pick a favorite student, it’d probably be you. Just because you dealt with so much bullshit and hardly showed it.

The bullying seemed to die down. They weren’t constantly harassing you and you weren’t in his office bugging him when they did like you usually did. It was a good thing of course, but he couldn’t deny that he missed having you around. You participated as normal in his gym class and your attendance had really picked up since they quit bugging you. It was odd for a change.

It made you realize how much you liked being around your gym teacher.

Not being around him as much made you want to be around. It made you think about all the time you had spent around him and than you started dreaming.

More specifically about when he’d found you in that locker in the locker room, and pinned you to them. Holding his hand over your mouth. The dreams you’d had about him when you weren’t around him as much were straight up dirty. You don’t know why these were coming out of the left field like this, you hadn’t ever felt this way about him before. You’re not sure what had changed anyways.

You kept your cool around him even when you didn’t want to. You had no choice. He was a teacher and you were a student. You knew he would never want anything like that with you. That didn't stop your mind from wandering.

It was your last day of detention, you were bored. Resting your head on your hand and staring at the clock as the seconds ticked by agonizingly slow.

You don't turn your head when the door opens, it usually wasn't anything too important.

"Hi. Can I borrow Y/N for a minute?" He asks. His voice is what makes you perk up. "I have a couple of questions for her and she doesn't look too busy."

The other teacher nods her head and you gather your things, following him out of the room. Once the door is closed and you're walking alongside him to the gym, you speak up. "Something wrong?" You ask. "No just wanted to save you from that hell." He laughs. You smile. "Thanks. Looks that bad huh?" You laugh. "Well your grades have been good since those girls have left you alone so I imagine you have nothing to work on. Just staring at that damn clock," He smiles. "Yeah. It's like the damn thing moves in slow motion."

He laughs.

When you get to the gym, you follow him into his office.

"I was meaning to ask. What do you plan on doing after you graduate?" He asks. "I'm not sure. Figured I'd just go take some basic classes at the community college until I figured it out." You shrug. "You don't have any dreams at all? Nothing?"

You shake your head. "To be honest? People don't take well to me. I'm not sure why." You laugh.

"It's cause you're quiet. Not assertive."

You nod your head. "When are you supposed to graduate?" He asks. "Next couple of months? Why?" You ask. "Just wondering. I couldn't remember what grade you were. So that means you're Eighteen?" He asks. "Yep. Turned eighteen a few weeks ago." He nods his head.

He doesn't say anything for a minute which you find odd.

"You mind helping me clean up the girls locker room? I still have to do the boys."

"Sure."

You had done it a time or two anyways, there wasn't much to it. Changing out the trash liners, sweeping the floor. Picking up trash.

You finish sweeping when you hear the door.

You spin around but don't see anyone. Odd.

You start to worry. Hoping it's not Taylor finally seeking out her revenge.

You move back into the showers, checking to see if there were anything in there. Sometimes people left their trash inside. You turn back around but someone pushes you back into the tile wall. A gasp barely slides past your lips when he clamps a hand over your mouth. "Shhh. It's alright."

Your eyes are wide as you look at him.

"Can you stay quiet?" You nod your head slightly, looking down at his hand.

"W-what are you doing?"

He swallows hard. Looking down at you. His eyes are dark, pupils blown wide as he looks down at you. "You can stop me."

He tilts his head just slightly. Leaning into you ever so slowly. He wanted to make sure that you actually want this.

When his lips brush over yours, you realize exactly what this is.

When he presses his lips to yours, you're surprised.

You almost forget to kiss back.

Your heart races in your chest as he pushes his hand along your side, onto your hip and into the curve of your back to pull you into him. Your brain is fuzzy, not processing what the hell is actually happening.

When he pulls away, he can see it in your eyes. You want this just as bad as he does. "What if someone comes in?" You swallow hard.

He thinks for a second. You're right. He can't do this here.

"You're right. Your parents come home before or after you do?" He asks. "After, they work until six and after." He nods his head. "Head home, I'll finish up here and I'll be by to get you. If you want."

Your lips part in surprise. You nod your head. "Yeah- yeah of course. Um.." You pause, giving him your address.

He saves it into his phone, just as he steps away from you, the detention bell rings.

You do as he says, leaving and going home for the day.

You're in a daze as you walk. Unsure of how the hell someone like him could want to be with someone like you. He'd actually tricked you into the locker room so that he could kiss you.

He even made sure you were eighteen first!

You step inside and rush to be better prepared. Hopping into the shower really quick, changing into better clothes.

You're waiting when you finally see him pull into your driveway. You're nervous. You've had a crush on him sure, but hadn't put too much thought into this if it had actually happened. Could you really go through with this?

You send your mom a text and let her know that you'd be staying with a friend. Unsure if it would be overnight or not. You make sure to lock the door behind you, making your way to his truck. You open the passenger side and climb in. "Hey." He smiles.

You're so doing this.

"Hi."

Your nerves are shot as he drives to his house.

In just a couple of hours you'd gone from just a normal gym student to him bringing you home.

When he pulls into his driveway, the sun is starting to set.

You follow him up to his front door, following him inside. You look around.

"You alright?" He asks.

"Yeah, I was just wondering. You bring all of your female students home with you?" You smile. He rolls his eyes. "Why, jealous?"

You smile.

"No, no I don't. I don't want to risk my entire career for just anyone, you know."

"Yeah well, you bailed me out of detention and let me blow off a bunch of classes by letting me sit and do fuck all in your office so.. I can keep a secret. Since you've kept mine."

He laughs. He closes the distance between the two of you, kissing you again. You let him kiss you. Kissing him back. "Have you had sex before?" He asks. You nod your head.

"Good. I don't have to go slow." He laughs. Lifting you up off the ground. Your wrap your legs around him and let him carry you to his bedroom. Something you didn't think happened outside of movies. Same with having sex with your teacher.

He lays you down on his bed, climbing over the top of you. He unbuttons his jeans, tugging them down his legs.

"You can stop me. If you feel uncomfortable at any moment." He reassures you. "I know. I'm okay." You nod. He helps you get your pants down your legs, completely off. Your shirt following. He's starting to act different. His usual easy-going attitude is gone. Replaced completely by lust. He makes sure you're wet enough first, not wanting to hurt you.

He lines himself up with you and sinks into you, hearing you gasp.

Your eyes widen slightly.

You were really doing this. You were really having sex with him.

He draws back and thrusts in to the hilt, hearing you gasp out again. "Oh god-"

"Just call me John, sweetheart." He chuckles. You clutch at his sheets. Rolling your eyes at him.

He rests a hand beside your head, holding himself up. The muscles in his arm flex. He was fit, even for a gym teacher.

You screw your eyes shut, moaning out his name.

He didn't think that he'd really be able to get himself here. He figured he'd fail and lose his job trying to get you into bed with him

"You're so tight." He whines, a noise you didn't think he could make. He presses his thumb into your clit, lips parting slightly as he touches it. "Shit... your clit is so swollen baby." He licks his lips. You flinch away from his touch. "Sensitive too." He laughs. He rests his thumb on it just barely. rubbing gentle circles over it. He feels your thighs tightening up, starting to shiver slightly from his touch.

"You're doing so good for me. So fuckin' good lass."

You smile, and he tilts his head. "What?"

"I like that." You pant.

"What, when I call you lass?" He asks. You nod your head, hearing him chuckle. You smile, cheeks reddening. He smiles. He thinks despite the situation you're in, you're really cute.

"You're so cute with my cock inside you." He taunts. Hearing you gasp when he thrusts in harder than before.

He was getting close, he needed to get you there. He applies more pressure to your clit than he had before, rubbing eights into it and watching you visibly lose it underneath him. You're getting louder, breaths even more unsteady than the last. He watches you jerk slightly with every hard thrust he takes into you. You've got your lip pulled between your teeth, hands clutching at his cheeks. Your eyes are screwed shut. You're a sight for sore eyes.

His stomach tightens up. He's dangerously close. He wants to cum inside you sure, but he can't get a student pregnant.

"John.. I- I'm really close." You whine. He grits his teeth hard, nearly cumming right then and there at the sound of your voice. "It's alright doll. You can cum for me." He breathes, lowering his head to kiss you. He keeps his lips locked to yours until you're moaning into his lips, legs shaking as you reach your orgasm around him. His eyes roll back, you're tightening on him and it takes everything not to finish inside of you.

When he's given you time to ride out your high out, he draws his hips back, pulling away from the kiss. Stroking his cock and covering your stomach in his cum. He hisses, teeth gritted. Seeing him like that makes you realize the gravity of the situation you're in. How if someone found out about it you'd be in a lot of trouble, him in even more.

Good thing you were good at keeping secrets.

[miniwheat77]

The One pt. 2 (Creepy Graves x Reader.)

!NSFW, smut, p in v sex, scumbag!graves, non con, dub con, NO MINORS!

Not edited please forgive me 😭

Phillip Graves, truth be told. Was a lot of things.

He was an asshole, a traitor. A scumbag really. He could be creepy.

But when he sets his mind to something, he does absolutely everything he can to get it. He’s a hard worker. He puts in one-hundred percent all the time. It’s what he does. He cares about his Shadows and he makes the effort when he needs to. It’s who he is, it’s what he does.

Phillip has a downside though. Not just the fact that he’s a total asshole, but he’s just as naive as you’ve been. Too trusting, that’s how he’s gotten hurt bad enough to become what he’s become.

General Shepherd took advantage of how loyal Phillip was. He used him to get what he wanted and Phillip really did believe that he was doing the right thing, until he wound up in the worst possible situation he could’ve ever thought of. All of those men that died carrying those missiles, all of the innocent people he killed under command of General Shepherd. Finding out that General had been using him all along.

Graves lies awake at night most nights. As a man, it’s never something he expected. To be taken advantage of. To be used.

So when he thinks about what he did to you, he feels weak. Powerless.

At the time, it felt good. Not hurting you but how he felt with you. It felt good. The look in your eyes when you left that night, of course it ate him alive. But he ignored it. Until now.

He felt as if he was just like General Shepherd. A freak. A monster who preys on innocent people. He knew he needed to find you and make everything right with you but it was a challenge. You were harder to find than he thought.

He approached Laswell about it, he didn’t expect her to help him since you were some random civilian but she needed his help too. A deal was made. That’s how he found out where you lived and where you worked. But he couldn’t just show up to your house or your job, because you wouldn’t react well to that and he’d feel like a creep. It had to be in passing. He followed you for a while, gathering your routine. He finds when you’ll be at a pharmacy or grocery store. He tracks your schedule to a T and that’s when his plan finally goes into effect. Phillip contacts the pharmacy he’d gone to for years and changes his prescriptions over to the same Pharmacy as you. His sleeping pills anyways.

He starts grocery shopping where you do. Learning the layout. He wanted to know exactly where everything was. It’s what he did.

He plans it just right and runs into you on a Friday night as you’re picking up your groceries and supplies for the weekend.

He didn’t expect to literally run into you, turning a corner too fast and slamming straight into you.

“Shit- Sorry!” He gasps. He helps you pick up your items, going to hand them to you. “It’s okay- it’s my faul-“ your eyes widen and you freeze when you see him. You swallow hard. “Shit. Y/N… Hey.” He breathes. “I.. I have to go.” You spin around. He catches your arm, stopping you. “Hey.. wait.” He breathes. You freeze, pulling your arm out of his grasp. “I have nothing to say to you, Phillip. Don’t touch me.” You breathe.

“Look.. about what happened a couple weeks ago.” He sighs. “I’m really sorry. I took everything too far and I should’ve never done it. It was the heat of the moment and I wasn’t thinking correctly…” he takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry.”

You don’t trust him. Of course you don’t.

“Look. It’s whatever, alright? I’ll forgive you if you just leave me alone.” You mumble. “For good.” You turn away, surprised when he lets you leave this time.

But this is Phillip Graves we’re talking about. He doesn’t lose, nor does he give up.

He already knows what kind of car you drive and you let out a frustrated groan when you see him leaning against it in the parking lot. "What exactly is it you want?"

"Just give me a chance... It's all I ask." He breathes. "I already gave you one and you still messed it up."

He sighs. "Okay. Alright. I'm an idiot. Just... get in the car? Let me talk to you please?" He bites his lip. He wants you to feel bad for him but it's not working. You unlock the door and he gets inside the passenger seat. You sit down in the drivers seat. "Good. No one can hear us." He laughs.

He turns to you. "I.. I couldn't explain myself completely in there. Not with everyone around. See..." He trails off. "I know I came off as a creep before. It was totally wrong and I do regret that." He sighs. "As for me- cumming inside of you." You turn your face away from his. The way he talks about it so nonchalant has you flinching. "I got lost in you. Honestly. I am a deprived man and being inside of you just took over me. I couldn't help myself." He palms himself in your passenger seat and you hate that what he's doing is working. That ache starts back between your thighs. Images of his cock sliding between your legs fill your mind. You hate that he does this to you so easily. "Why do you this hm? Why do you take over my mind so easily?" You groan. "I've finally got you off of my mind and here you are again and I know that the moment I trust you again you'll fuck it all up by being the scumbag that you are."

He swallows hard. "You could ask anyone. I'm not usually so.. stupid when it comes to people. I don't know what it is about you. I just want to.. fuck you until you're crying. Cum in you over and over every single day until I know you're pregnant with my kids and I think these things about you when I've talked to you a collective four times. I don't know what it is."

"Jesus Phillip." You look down. "I know. I know that it's wrong." He groans. "But I know that I have to feel it again. You wrapped around me. It's all I can fucking think about." He bites his lip. Hissing as he adjusts himself. No shame in the fact that he's practically begging for your pussy.

"Is that what it will take for you to leave me alone?" You ask. He looks at you. "If I fuck you again, will you leave me alone?"

He shakes his head. "No.. probably not. You've got me in a chokehold baby. I'm going to keep coming back for more." He sighs. You shake your head. "Christ. What did I get myself into with you. I should have stayed the hell away from you."

"You probably should've. Put the car in gear and drive." He nods. You look him in the eyes. "What?"

"Don't make me do it doll. Just listen okay?"

Do what? What does he mean?

"We both know I'm not above making you, so just put the car in gear and drive."

You swallow hard. Shaking your head. "Why me?" You look at him. "Because. I think you're the one." he laughs. "And I'm a stubborn guy. So... I'm going to keep coming back. Until you want me anyways." He mumbles. You smile. The first time you'd smiled at him in a long time. It strikes him right to his core. "You have a weird love language, Phillip Graves." Your smile makes his heart ache. "I know I do. I know..." He trails off. "And you've got the most stunning smile I've ever seen. I want to see it every day." His cheeks go pink.

You laugh. "If you'd just be normal you might see it more often." You can't help the snort that leaves you. "I can't help myself around you. I don't know what it is. When I'm in your presence I just lose every bit of reason I have. It's ridiculous." He groans.

"Where do you want me to drive?" You look at him. "My house." He nods. It's dark and your friend should be in bed by now, she didn't need to see you with him. Knowing how big of a creep he could be.

You still hadn't told her about how he'd tricked you to his house and took your virginity. She didn't know you were a virgin so you'll probably just keep that one to yourself. You already looked stupid enough.

You don't know why you keep coming back for more with him. Not really. Maybe it's to pass the time. Or maybe the way he intimidates you in the most perfect way. You hate that he's so persuasive.

“What exactly is it you want with me?” You turn to look at him. “Clearly you don’t want a relationship, so what is it?”

He turns to look at you, confused. “Who said I didn’t want a relationship?”

You raise your eyebrows. “Not sure, maybe your actions?” You laugh.

He shakes his head. “I’m bad at this, alright? But that doesn’t mean that I don’t want a relationship with you.”

You hadn’t thought about it. Being in a relationship with him. Maybe you should’ve before you served yourself up on a silver platter for him.

It’s frustrating, the games.

“You can’t make me be in a relationship with you. You can’t MAKE me do anything.” You turn to look at him as you pull into his driveway. “Remember that. Next time you think you can.”

He nods his head. “I have given you more chances than you deserve already, Phillip.”

“I know you have.”

You sigh, glancing to the house next door.

It would be pretty cool to be her neighbor.

“So don’t fuck this up anymore.” You look at him. “Swear on it.” He breathes. “You can pull into my garage if you want.”

“Okay. Wait.. did you leave your car at the grocery store?”

He shakes his head. “Had a coworker drop me off after work. We carpool together sometimes.”

“Oh okay.”

You follow him into his house, taking it upon yourself to sit on his couch. You tug something out of your pocket, focusing all of your attention on it for a second.

“What is it?” He asks.

You look up at him, unsure of what he means. “Oh.. it’s uhhh. Lottery scratch off.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you liked those.” He laughs. “Really? I figured you would’ve since you’ve been following me around for the last week.” You don’t take your eyes away from it, scratching at the paper with a quarter. He’s frozen.

“I know you think I’m naive, Phillip. But I’m really not.”

He laughs, moving to sit down next to you. “I don’t think you’re naive. I guess I just thought I was more sneaky than that.”

“I’m an observer, most people wouldn’t have noticed.”

“An observer?” He presses.

“I.. watch things. My surroundings. Sex trafficking is at all time high you know.”

“Nothing.” You groan. Shoving it back into your pocket.

He smiles. “You’re really cute you know that?” He laughs. “Thanks.” You mumble.

“Why’d you only buy one?” He asks. “They’re only a dollar.”

You smile. “Bold of you to assume I make enough money house sitting and babysitting to afford more than one.” You laugh. He smiles. “You actually do babysit?”

You nod your head. “Mhm. Yeah. I babysit for a couple different family’s currently. Early mornings usually.”

“How old are the kids?” He asks. “Uhhh. Newborn to.. 3 or 4.”

Phillips mind travels to you holding a baby. You’d make such a pretty mom.

It makes him want to put you into a mating press.

He looks down. “I think you’ll make a great mom.”

“I think that’s the nicest thing you’ve said to me so far, Phillip.” You laugh.

“I’m gonna go get changed, you need something to sleep in?”

“Yeah, but uh.” You turn to look at him as he stands up, he pauses and looks back at you since you’ve got something to say. “Maybe you should wait.”

“Hm? Why?”

You shrug. “Just think your gear is kind’ve hot. That’s all.” You smirk up at him.

Seeing him smile, raising his eyebrows. “Oh?”

“Mhm.”

“You have one of those nicknames?” You ask.

“A callsign?” He asks. Sitting back down next to you. Closer than before. “Yeah! That.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“What is it?” You ask. Seeing him smile. “You’re a curious girl.”

You raise your hands in surrender. “My bad. If I’m pressing too much just tell me to back off.”

He laughs. “It’s Shadow 0-1”

You raise your eyebrows. “Shit. That’s intimidating.” You laugh. “Kind’ve hot too.”

“You keep saying that. But.. you’re not doing anything about it.”

He’s turned on. You can tell by how serious he’s gotten. “I’m seeing how much you’ll let me get away with. Before you do something about it.” You smile. “You’re very forgiving too.” He places a hand on your thigh, seeing you stiffen up.

“Maybe I’m just bored.”

He laughs, shaking his head. “Is it that? Or do you just miss the way it felt when I put my cock in you for the first time?”

He sees your facade faltering. A smile forming on your face to accompany your rosy cheeks.

“Fuck! Damn you’re good.” You laugh. Breaking first.

“I know, it’s what I do.” He laughs.

“Ya gonna let me kiss you or what?” He smirks. “Just do it.” You roll your eyes.

“Sit in my lap.” He tilts his head, smirk on his lips. He’s got one hand on the back of the couch, sliding his hips to the edge of the couch. Sliding a hand under your thigh. You’ve got leggings on, so it’s not uncomfortable, moving to climb into his lap. Straddling him.

He rests his hands on your hips. “You thought about it?” He asks.

“What?”

“About being in a relationship with me.” He nods.

You chew at your lip. “I wasn’t really thinking about it just yet, no.”

“You don’t have to, course not.” He laughs. “But I’ll take good care of you, you know?” He pulls you into him, the zipper of his cargo pants pressing into you. You wiggle slightly.

He reaches up, grasping the zipper of the jacket you had on and unzipping it. Seeing that you’ve only got a bra on underneath it.

“Shit.” He trails off.

“What do you say?” He asks again.

“I’ll be your girlfriend. But.. nothing weird alright? If I find out you creep on other girls the way you did with me, I’ll make you pay.”

He smiles. You’re not threatening but he doesn’t want to find out what you mean by it.

Besides, Phillip only seemed to be a creep for you.

“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby. I’m a very loyal man. Too loyal sometimes.” He laughs. “What?”

“It’s a story for another time.”

You start to back off.

“I’ve done things. Things I’m not proud of. Being too loyal to someone above me.”

You nod your head. “We all make mistakes Phillip.”

You’re starting to crack the code with him.

He’s more naive than you thought.

“Yeah. But a lot of innocent people died. By my hands.”

You swallow hard. He doesn’t miss it.

“Seems as if you had no choice, you were listening to a superior, no?”

He nods his head. “Yeah, but I shouldn’t have.”

“How were you to know?”

“You’ve a good point baby.”

Phillip was clearly a dangerous man. He made that very apparent by his demeanor.

You lean into him, hand sliding up onto his neck. He grips your hips, guiding you into him. Your lips press against his and he hugs you tight to him. Deepening the kiss.

It’s not exactly how he thought it’d happen again. He imagined he’d have you up in his bed, being gentle. An apology, more or less. But instead you’re desperately shoving your leggings down your legs, reach in for his waistband.

He doesn’t take his pants all of the way off, just unbuttons them and unzips them. Tugging them down past his cock.

He pumps himself slightly, you rest your arms on his shoulders, lifting yourself up onto him. You look him in the eyes, he holds himself still so that you can slide down onto him.

“Oh fuck..” he draws it out. Moaning out. He closes his eyes, resting his head against the back of the couch. You raise yourself up and slide back down onto him, taking in a sharp breath. You seem a little off this time, like it’s too much. You’re panting as you move and you’ve barely started.

“You alright?” He asks. You nod your head. “Y-yeah. It’s just a lot more intense this time.” You breathe.

“You’ve had time to heal. It should feel better.”

You nod your head, chest raising and falling with your harsh breaths. “I-it really does.” You bite your lip, finally looking up from his chest. His eyes meet yours. He stands up with you, taking you off guard. “Woah!” You gasp, clutching onto him. “Don’t drop me!” You panic.

He laughs, walking up the stairs to his bedroom. “There is no way in hell I’d drop you.”

He lays you down in his bed, moving himself over the top of you. He starts removing his gear, hips still flush with yours as he pauses. All that’s left are his jeans but he doesn’t want to pull away from you to take them off. He tries not to be too rough with you, but he just can’t help himself. “You look so good under me.” He breathes. Gritting his teeth as he thrusts into you. His bed hammers into the wall with each brutal thrust he takes but he doesn’t care.

He wants to thank you for giving him another chance, but he knows now isn’t the time. “You alright?” He asks. You nod your head. Giving him a small smile. “You keep asking that.” You giggle.

“Wanna make sure you’re okay baby. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“You won’t hurt me, Phillip.”

He clenches his eyes shut. You’re too nice.

He pushes your thighs up slightly. Not going for a mating press just yet, he doesn’t want to scare you. Something close. He slides deeper, feeling you tense up. You take in another sharp breath, unsteady moans falling from your lips. You clutch at his bed sheets and he enjoys watching you fall apart beneath him. He’s waited weeks for this to happen again. For a while he was unsure if it would even happen again at all.

You’re the only girl he wants in his bed. Forever.

He can feel that knot forming, getting tighter each time he buries himself into you.

“I-I’m close Phillip.” You whine. “That’s my good girl.” He breathes, lowering his head to kiss along your neck. “Cum for me.”

It doesn’t take much more for you to do just that. Hips bucking into his slightly as you finish, clamping tight around him. He rides your high out, but he’s getting close himself.

He’s right there, about to draw his hips back out of respect for you.

You wrap your legs around him, holding him still. His eyes widen. “W-what are you doing?” You say nothing, he tries to pull back again. “Y/N! Stop it I’m about t-“ he closes his eyes, baring his teeth as he reaches his orgasm. When he realizes what you’ve just done, they snap open again.

“Did you just-“

“I did.”

“I was trying to be respectful-“

“And I was getting even.”

He laughs, taken off guard by you. “You really are my kind of girl.” He laughs.

———

“Hey.” He smiles. You’re standing at his door, having just finished babysitting. “Hey.” You smile.

“I got something for you.”

He steps to the side and you walk into his house. “What is it?”

He passes you a handful of one dollar scratch offs. “Phillip!” You gasp, looking up at him. “There’s like twenty of them!”

“Twenty five to be exact. I have another twenty five if you wanna work for em.” He winks. “Why did you get so many?”

“Cause I know that you like them. And I want to see you smile.”

You laugh. “You’re something else.”

“If you really think fifty dollars is all I’m willing to spend on you, you’re mistaken. You’re worth more than that to me.” He smiles, crossing his arms.

“It is too much.” He shakes his head. “No. It’s not. That’s why I was thinking, you should just move in with me. Let me take care of you.” He smiles.

You roll your eyes. “I will consider moving in with you, but I’m not quitting my jobs.” He nods his head.

“Sounds good to me, princess.”