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[gazsluckyhat]

something, something, you're at work and get a call to pick your son up from school because there's been a fight but when you get there your eight year old looks the same he had that morning. His hair is a little different but no mark in sight. Confused you find out he punched another eight year old who was saying homophobic slurs to a six year old. The same six year old he'd hit days earlier. The principle starts talking before you cut him off and kiss your sons head.

"Good job. So proud of you." The other boys parents and the principle startle, while the girls dads only smile.

"Should teach your son not to put hands on other kids." The mom snears at you but you only smile.

"Yeah? Maybe teach yours not to be a homophobic prick."

Principle tries to say your boy has suspension but you threaten to go to the press if he does. Saying the other boy needs punishment as well then. He stutters but you just walk out. The girls parents watch as you bend to his level and smile at him.

"Name's Johnny, this is my husband Simon. We were wondering if we could take the both of y'all to dinner as a thank you?" Your breath catches because he's fucking beautiful. The man behind him hidden behind a surgical mask but huge. Your son is agreeing before your mouth begins to work.

[gazsluckyhat]

I didn't know that there was a certain way to clean. And I mean this in my mother had severe depression and it would leave her stuck in bed for months. So no one taught me how to 'clean'. Yes I knew how to do a simple load of laundry and wash dishes or sweep and mop and vacuum. But I was never taught how to actually clean things. I didn't even know that I didn't know how to until I moved in with my now-husband. The embarrassment I've had from the shame I feel is insane.

being abused or neglected really makes it clear how many things are skills that nobody really treats as. skills. exercising autonomy is a skill. listening to your body is a skill. resting is a skill. being liked and being loved are skills. nobody tells you how to do this shit because nobody even told me I was supposed to have learnt these things when I was a kid. I kind of just have to manually figure out what makes me freak out and work from there. unfair as shit

[gazsluckyhat]

Denial is a River in Egypt

Let's all say thank you @miss-vanta-likes-to-write for making me post this early. I was saving it for after Sarah's House but she's been begging. And I quite enjoy this one as well.

That being said this is a dark fic. Please check the trigger warnings before reading.

tw: kidnapping, dub-con, mentions of drugs

Everyone knows that what belongs to Simon belongs to John. Of course that includes you, too.

or

Denial is a river in Egypt. Everyone knows that.

The lights in the house were off, front door locked. Everything was as you left it when you left this morning, but you weren't alone. The hot coco you made every night to relax had a funny taste. You just assumed it was because it was a Christmas flavor and Christmas was two months ago. But now, seeing who was in front of you, you know it isn’t that. He blended into the darkness of the living room. He could have been there for hours. You'd been in the kitchen for at least two. A late dinner and a couple chapters read before bed. He'd stepped forward the second you finished the mug, which was now shattered at your feet.

"What-what are you doing here?" Something was wrong, you could feel it in your chest. He only cocked his head to the side.

"Taste funny love?" Confirmation on what you already knew. A step back was met with a step forward. He matched every move you made.

"You broke into my house." He only chuckled.

"I did tell you that you need a better system." The knife block was behind you, you just had to reach it. Another step back matched. The counter pressed into your back.

"What do you want?" Your hand reached behind you, fingers searching for the bigger knife. He knew what you were doing of course. He always did.

"Nothing. I've got what I want." Eye's wide with confusion you felt it. Your head started to sway, limbs growing heavy.

"Yo spikd drink." You tongue felt numb. He walked closer and when your knee's buckled he caught you. His touch always so gentle. All you could do was whimper.

"Shh. Don't worry love. We're going home now." Your eyes drifted closed as he lifted you up with ease. You should've went home that night. When the brute of a man slid in close, you should have feigned sick and left. Now you were stuck with a Ghost that didn't like 'no'.

Your head felt stuffed with cotton, your mouth so dry. Everything aches, including your head. Whatever you were laying on was scratchy and rough. You couldn't feel the rest of your body parts yet, a tingly numbness still running through your veins. It felt like you had to use all your strength to open your eyes, the minimal light still hurting them. You weren't in your house. This wasn't your bedroom. This wasn't even your basement. There weren't any signs of your seasonal décor anywhere.

"She's awake Simon." Blue eyes appeared in your sight. And the stupidest haircut you'd ever seen. That only meant-Price. He was spread across the couch in front of you, a cigar hanging out of his mouth. His lap dog Kyle was behind him, eyes watching your every move. Johnny was kneeling in front of you. You were assuming he was touching you, though ,again, you couldn't feel the rest of your body yet.

"Almost forgot how pretty she is, Lt." You tried to bare your teeth but only got a laugh from the men. Simon strolled in seconds later, mask gone. He was wearing a grey shirt and black tac pants. His usual get up. He happily knelt beside Johnny, hand running through your hair.

"Sleep good love?" Brown eyes showing concern. Tugging a knot out you groaned. Your head still ached. "Bet your head aches, huh? Roofie'll do that." He stood back up and slipped something from his pocket, grabbing the bottle Johnny offered him. "This'll help some." Shaking out two white pills he offered them to you.

"Why would I trust you?" Your voice was rough, sore even. Simon chuckled before a smack registered on your thigh. Feeling now back.

"Now now Soap. Her punishment comes later." John was smirking your way. Anger bubbled up. "I'm sure Simon can handle her." Simon bent down his other hand stroking your cheek.

"It's paracetamol. I've never lied to you, love." Which was a lie. Your head ached though. And all your muscles feel tight and wound up. Opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out he set the pills in your mouth. "Good girl." He took the lid off the bottle and slowly put it to your mouth where you gulped greedily. The water felt great on your throat. Johnny tugged your head back gently.

"Slow down Lassie. You'll choke." Wiggling your toes you realize they weren't bound and neither were your hands. Why would they be? You had four of the best soldiers in the room with you. You couldn't get away even if you tried. And they knew it.

"What do you want Simon? Where am I?" This wasn't his place. This had to be some old abandoned place by the looks of the walls. Though it looked like work was being done.

"I told you before. I have what I want. And this is our home." He was smiling at you.

"We were gonna wait until the renovation was done before bringing you, doll, but you had to go and ruin plans." John was glaring at you. "So sorry if it's not up to your standards."

"What are you talking about? I haven't done anything to any of you." They were delusional. You'd broke things off with Simon for that reason. You'd loved him though.

"He's talking about this new job. Going back to America? Leaving me?" He looked hurt.  And your heart may have cracked just a tad.

"How do you know that? No one knew. I just found out?" This was bad. They probably had Kyle hacking your job. He was a wiz at that stuff.

"The same way I know your boss is secretly gay." Kyle smiled. Shaking his phone in front of him.

"This bullshit. You can't keep me here." Johnny chuckled.

"Oh bonnie. Why can't we?" Simon nodded.

"There's enough space here to add on if we need to. You can have that library you always talked about. The master is big enough for a California king. Room for all of us. And we can do your dream bathroom." You wanted to cry. "And there's no one around for miles, love. We can finally work on that garden we always talked about." He was rubbing your cheeks. You couldn’t hold back the tears.

"I want to go home Si." He shh'd you.

"I know love, I know. But this is home now. It's bigger than that townhouse anyway. Me and Johnny are gonna go pack up your stuff tomorrow, Kyle already sent your job your resignation. Everything is done." Your eyes flew to Johns.

"You can't keep encouraging this. This is not right and you know it." He only laughed while strolling to join you.

"You broke his heart sweetheart. He only wanted to love you."

"No, he wanted to share me like I was his property." A smile as his hand touched your cheek.

"To people he loved. It wasn't like he was letting strangers fuck you." You gasped.

"Fuck you, Price." A smirk and a dark glint in his eyes.

"Simon, are you punishing her?" Simon shook his head. Fear crawling up your throat.

"Have at it Captain." Then you were being yanked up and bent over John's legs.

"What the fuck-" Your jeans were being yanked down your legs, panties with them. "Stop. Fucking sto-" A loud smacked jolted you. Fire burned up your neck and across your backside.

"This is for your own good love. We only want the best for you." Simon was at your eye level, his hands soothing your red cheeks.

"Please, Simon." Tears gathered in your eyes, your throat burning. Another smack. John Price was spanking you. Like a disobedient child. The other two watched as their Captain smacked your ass, listening to the soft cries you gave. The embarrassment was otherworldly. You just wanted to hide and cry in peace.

 Twenty smacks. He gave you twenty hard smacks before letting his hand wander.

"Hmmm. Look at this, boys." His fingers pulled from your thighs wet and glistening. Somehow your cheeks grew even hotter. "Our little lamb liked it." Raising you up so you were now straddling him, he took those same fingers and waved them in front of your face. You tried to avoid his eyes but he took hold of your jaw.

"Did you like it sweetheart? Hmm?" He sucked each finger clean. "Is that why you've been so bad? Just wanted us to punish you. Bruise that pretty skin of yours?" You whimpered. "Poor thing." He waved two fingers in front of you and touched your lips with them. "Suck." He didn’t even give you time to open your mouth, just pushed them past your teeth and closed your lips. You could still taste yourself on them, somehow tangy and sweet. Simon used to spend hours between your legs, sucking and licking until you'd cry from the overstimulation. John pulled them out kissing your cheek before shoving them back between your legs and into you. You tried to pull away, but he had you in a tight grip.

"You took those spankings so well sweetheart. Let me reward you." He looked over your shoulder, eyes signaling someone. Simon's lips latched onto your neck seconds later. A whimper left you. He had your hands pressed to your chest.

"Miss you love. So fuckin' much." John was fingering you now, a loud squelching noise echoing in the room. "Such a good girl. Takin' the Captain's fingers. Such a pretty girl." You wanted to hate this. To hate every single part but you couldn't. Simon knew your sweet spots and was doing his best to hit every single one. John's fingers felt so fucking good after months of a dildo and vibrator. You were quickly climbing a hill, your body betraying you. Simon captured your lips in his, John leaning forward to suck a nipple through your t-shirt. Simon sucked the groan you gave up, smiling into your kiss. Your fingers dug into Simon's as you were reaching that ledge. You were so close and he knew it.

"She's gonna cum Sir. Just a little more." He said watching your face. His finger's joined Johns and began to rub your clit, that being the last thing you needed. With a cry you came all over the men's fingers, collapsing into John's chest. Aftershocks running through you. Your eyes felt heavy again, the last of your energy taken from you.

"That'a girl. Johnny, take her up to the room and let her rest. She's gonna be exhausted." The last thing you remember is the Scot picking you up and tucking your head under his chin.

tags: @miss-vanta-likes-to-write

[elysianightsss]

RUN FROM ME DARLIN, YOU BETTER RUN FOR YOUR LIFE | MASTERLIST

Pairing | Poly!141 x Black Widow Reader

Summary | You show up on base to give your sister, Kate Laswell, some information and then leave. That was your plan anyway, but you miss the helicopter ride home and weirdly there isn’t another one again for weeks. While you’re stuck there, your sister’s team gets a little too attached to you and suddenly they’re everywhere you look. Like they’re waiting for you. So you do the only thing you can; run and hide.

Tags | Dark themes, possessive 141, stalking, kidnapping, murder, smut, the guys being down right sickening on their level of want, special guest character, reader has a sad past, child neglect, reader becomes a killer as a child, fighting, blood, mentions of torture, mentions of a hysterectomy not reader, alcohol, drugs (chloroform).

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Fin

Divider credit - @cafekitsune

Tags | @fruitymoonbeams-blog @gazsluckyhat @daydreamsareallineed @riawritesstories @goatgoesmbe

[frudoo]

Bells Ring Masterlist

King!Johnny x Princess!Reader

After discovering that your husband, Prince Ewan MacTavish, has been having an affair, you believe that you are left to suffer alone. However, there is someone in the same boat as you, and he’s closer than you think.

Rating(s): Explicit. Warnings by chapter. MDNI.

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Chapter One — Fade Into You

Chapter Two — Bells Ring

Chapter Three — Mary of Silence

Chapter Four — Five String Serenade

Chapter Five — Blue Light

Chapter Six — She’s My Baby

Chapter Seven — Unreflected

Chapter Eight — Wasted

Chapter Nine — Into Dust

Chapter Ten — So Tonight That I Might See

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Fic is currently in progress!

King Johnny Art by the wonderfully talented @nrdmssgs 🤍

Taglist: @variety-fangirl @bingoz @thevoiceinyourheadx @gazsluckyhat @vmaxis @cryingpages

[gazsluckyhat]

cleaned my desk off last night and threw my mouse pad in the wash. I feel like a new bitch.

what they don’t tell you about uncluttering your countertops/tables/general spaces is you’ll think it’s dumb as hell & allow it to all pile up because the idea of organizing and removing shit is daunting but once you do it and step back and See how things look without clutter you will feel as though you just snorted a line.

[gazsluckyhat]

*sigh* we need to talk about which guy is gonna let us tie him up and strap a bullet vibrator to his pretty cock and let us tease him.

🍞

Captain John Price and I will not argue.

Captain Price is exactly that. A captain. He’s in control 24/7. 365 days a year. Except when you bat those eyelashes at him and ask to try something new.

And he loves to be on top. To make you submit but you know, sometimes letting go can be fun.

And that’s how you end up on top of him. His writs tied to the metal frame with the pretty pink cock ring attached to his hard and leaking cock. The war hero is whining. His hips bucking as you lick down the vein of his cock. Just licking. Loving the way he begs for relief.

“Not yet. Look so pretty when you beg.” Sweat beads along his brow as you nuzzle his cheeks and his beard. You won’t last long, already soaking wet. But the sight of him weeping, begging for anything you could give him makes your head fuzzy. Power filling you completely.

When you’re both finally sated. Fucked out and exhausted. He whispers to you, both fuzzy with sleep

“Let’s do it again.” You can’t help but smile. Because of course you would.

[lilbardrhi]

"Broken", Not Stupid - 15: You're Pretty...

Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13)

CW: Omegaverse; dehumanization

Author's Note: One more bit of soft before we get into the first part of 13 sharing her last fourteen years of existence with 141 <3 also some silly, 141 group chat things! :D

<Ghost: I need you all at my place tomorrow. 10 am, no sooner. I'll make lunch and dinner. Nobody is crashing here, though.

>Cap: Everything alright?

>Gaz: It's not like you to not plan these things ahead. Are you ok?

>Soap: Is the lass alright?

<Ghost: I'm hoping to make everything alright. She said something tonight and it'll take all of us to get to the bottom of Salvation's bullshit. All of 141 and every resource we have, I think. But I want you all to hear her 'experience', as she calls it, with me.

>Cap: I assume you mean 13? Is she alright?

>Soap: IS SHE OK???

<Ghost: She's fine, Johnny. She agreed to sitting down with us all tomorrow, but this is going to take a while to get through. It's going to take more than one day of us sitting to listen.

Simon sighs softly as the notification of Johnny starting a group call pops up on his phone. He quickly declines the call and begins texting again. Only one handed this time as his right hand falls to gently storke 13's head. His fingers comb through her short, unruly hair slowly.

<Ghost: She's fine, Johnny. She's asleep on my lap right now.

>Gaz: Wait... on your lap?

>Cap: Unusual for you to be so causal about touch, Simon.

>Soap: ASELDKGFJLWIU

>Soap: YOU'RE CUDDLING?!

<Ghost: Would you three focus? This is important.

>Soap: Cuz you just adore her so much already?

>Soap: I saw the way you kept looking at her yesterday~ and watched you move between her and every potential 'threat'~

>Gaz: LOL can't wait to meet the woman who softened the big, bad Ghost up so quickly.

<Ghost: ... Anyway. I need all three of you here tomorrow at 10 am. No sooner than that, Johnny. We also need a way to record the conversation so we can take it to Laswell.

>Cap: I'll get something to record with. Kyle, Johnny, behave. Simon, get back to caring for her. Sounds like she needs it.

With that out of the way, Simon locks his phone and sets it on the sidetable to his left. His eyes stay on 13's face, though, as his right hand continues moving through her hair.

"Wish I could say they were wrong," he mumbles.

13 shifts, rolling so her back is to the TV.

"The hell did they do to you, sweetheart? None of what you've told me so far is safe or healthy. Yet... you act like it's an average day," Simon whispers to 13's sleeping face.

Selene stands, stretching, once 13 settles again. Then the cat walks over to sit on Simon's other knee and stares at him.

"You're getting awfully comfortable, miss," he says to the cat. She blinks in response then Simon sighs and reaches up to remove the black surgical mask. "Better?"

Selene immediately starts purring and lays down on Simon's thigh, loafing happily there.

"Guess this is my life now, huh? Two independent women living side-by-side with me. Can't wait to see where this goes," he chuckles quietly.

13 mumbles in her sleep, drawing Simon's attention again. Her eyes open slowly to find him looking down... entirely without his mask. She hums as her eyes close again and she slides closer to him.

"Didn't know you'd be that pretty," she mumbles into his side before snoring softly.

Simon's shoulder relax slightly at her sleepy comment, but he shoots Selene a half-hearted glare.

"This is your fault. She was not supposed to see me any time soon," he whispers the reprimand to the cat. However, Selene seems entirely unbothered by the blame and simply closes her eyes.

With any luck, Simon thinks, she won't remember tomorrow.

I hope...

Masterlist | CoD Masterlist | Part One

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[missvanta-xoxo]

@unionizecatgirls tagged me in shuffle your on repeat + post the first ten songs (and tag 10 people!) I love these little games (starts laughing because I'm shuffling my writing Playlist)

@curiouslittleprincess @flairenragebelmont @gazsluckyhat @a-slut-in-theory @dorealis @lostintransist @leahnicole1219 @thecolorsfucked

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[gazsluckyhat]

TW: MENTIONS OF SEWER SLIDE

I firmly agree. I met my soulmate at my first job at 18. She was 17. She was forced into my life and instantly it clicked. She was a bitch. Would yell at me when I made stupid decisions and hype me when I needed it. When the mutual friend who put us together fell off we stayed. She went to collage and every time she came home we’d meet and nothing had changed. My baby sister loved her. She was my everything. I was fully in love with her. I started dating my now husband and she bullied him to no end. Told me once that she liked him but I wasn’t allowed to tell him because as my best friend she had to hate him.

She made sure to take time off when my mom died. Held me when I cried. I told her I was gonna try and be more present in my sisters life and take care of her and she told me I shouldn’t. She’d raised her three younger siblings and told me to live my life. Advocated for me even if it wasn’t what I wanted to hear. She loved me as much as I love her. There was no denying it.

So when I got the phone call she had took her own life I died with her. I didn’t even scream like that when my mom passed. Part of my souls felt like it had been ripped out of me. I felt empty and hollow. She visited me (fully believe paranormal shit happens) and I had to tell her I’d be okay. I sat front row with her family at her funeral. I’d been the last to talk to her, a letter was left for me but I never got it. I think part of me will always be empty from the loss but I’m so grateful for the time I had. To this day I will tell everyone she was my soulmate. Yes I’m married and he’s my romantic soulmate. But she was part of me and always will be. Friends are overlooked most of the time. Tell them you love them.

on friends and soulmates and that type of love that feels like it's going to burst right out of your heart

@/zmije / @/leptodiera / @/bichopalo / lyrics from two best friends by bb bean / animatedjames on youtube / @/killingmyselfbutnotdying / unknown / @/sadiekane / friedrich neitzsche / katfish draws / @/elytrians / @/wormbus-art aka @/angel-pond / @/mushysuggestion / the unsent project / mhairi mcfarlane / unknown

[prettycatboy]

🎶music shuffle game🎶

rules: shuffle your 'on repeat' playlist and post the first 10 songs, then tag 10 friends to do the same

tagged by @stellewriites 🥰

1: No One Noticed — The Marías

2: It's Never Enough — we are the dirt

3: Bags — Clairo

4: Prologue — Chase Petra

5: A Night To Remember — beabadoobee, Laufey

6: the perfect pair — beabadoobee

7: Nature vs. Nurture — Chase Petra

8: WILDFLOWER — Billie Eilish

9: Casual — Chappell Roan

10: Sailor Song —Gigi Perez

no pressure tags: @gazsluckyhat @plutotheforgotten @missvanta-xoxo @littlebit-of-art @sylvesterelle @gloard @callsign-selkie @devil-in-hiding @ryuzakemo128 @transloverism and/or anyone who wants to jump in! <3

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Could you send a snack to my muses?

@/curiouslittleprincess

@/flairenragebelmont

@/gazsluckyhat

Thank you so much!

The Snack Generator has provided and hopes your muses find the offered snacks satisfactory.

[elysianightsss]

Vicissitude | Masterlist

Summary: Task Force 141 is an impeccable team made of up of five Alphas. A better captain there never was, a chemical mastermind, a lethal weapon, a master of disguise and a feral wolf. The team was strategically put together. The can take empires down over night and you’d never see them coming.

You’re sent on a mission, it’s nothing, a standard infiltrate and retrieve. But when the hazardous gas you’re retrieving explodes, you start to feel the effects. Your bonded pack deals with the aftermath, a stubborn omega who still has the pride of an Alpha, as well as the pressure of your impending heat sitting on their shoulders.

Still they all can’t help but ask; was this a freak accident or is there more at play?

Warnings: Alpha to Omega, depression, anxiety, suicidal thoughts, blood, murder, drugs, alcohol mentioned, forced transformation, forced intimacy, military action, poorly written military missions, swearing, Kyle being mean, abo dynamics, psychology warfare, abo hierarchy, misogyny, therapy sessions, ruts, heats, smut, angst, fluff.

Pairings: Alpha John price x reader, Alpha Simon Riley x reader, Alpha Kyle Garrick x reader, Alpha Johnny MacTavish x reader, eventual poly 141.

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

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Vicissitude

noun: vicissitude; plural noun: vicissitudes

1. a change of circumstances or fortune, typically one that is unwelcome or unpleasant.

literary

2. alternation between opposite or contrasting things.

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Tags: @aldis-nuts @gazsluckyhat @evans-dejong @bearyark @tinythebunni @aicileh @camcvpidd

[gazsluckyhat]

I had a argument with a friend of this once. She didn’t believe that Bunnicula was a legit book. I told her it was. She found the book at a goodwill years later and bought it for me 😂

picture of a cute innocent baby animal "um this is who youre being mean to btw" thats not even true man youre a straight up vampire and you destroyed my village with your dark powers

[gazsluckyhat]

Not Nice to Play With Your Food

Listen... my bad. My bad.

The chatter in the library is seconds away from pushing you over the limit. Alex, Farrah, and Kyle are chattering away about some stupid ass history poem. Johnny is discussing the Highlands with Giles and John is God knows where. The noise level is making the throb in your head so much worse. But before you can act a hot steaming cup of tea is set in front of you, the chair beside you pulling out for the giver to sit.

"Thanks." You smile up at Ghost, his hand slipping two pills in yours.

"That should help." He's so bulky that his shoulders knock into yours as he sits. You sip the tea even as it burns your mouth. He chuckles beside you and watches the people in front of you. "What are they even talkin' 'bout?"

"No idea. Johnny mentioned Scotland and Giles won't quit talking. Those three are arguing on the meaning of some old ass poem I don't even know how to read."

"And you?"

"Dying. I'm dying, Ghostie." He chuckles before leaning close to your ear and whispers lowly.

"Then let's bust outta 'ere." You happily shut the book you'd been trying to read and slip behind him. He leads you outside, where his bike is. The dark metal shining in the moonlight. You still couldn’t fully remember your first ride on it. Delirious from some spray a witch had thrown on you. That was also the first time you fucked Ghost. Though it wasn't really you, the memories are hazy. Just an intense heat and need. Then pleasure, and his lips on your neck. You’d been sore for a week after. 

“Where’re we going?” He set the helmet over your hair and buckled it, double checking it was tight. 

“For a drive.” You smiled as you slipped on behind him, grabbing his waist tightly. You don’t know how long he drove for, didn’t really care either. The cool wind and his warmth welcome, it eased the pain in your head more. You lifted up when he slowed and pulled off to the side. Before you was a trail, trees rising high to kiss the sky. “How do ‘ya feel about a walk?” You happily take his outstretched hand, the sun setting above you. 

“Soo, big bad Ghost, why’d you bring me out here?” He doesn’t even look at you, just hums as he walks ahead. You don’t mind. Not when his ass is on full display in tight jeans. The way he moves captures your full attention. “Gonna kill me? This whole time has been a ploy to get me to trust you?” 

“Mm. Yep.” And he pops the ‘p’. 

“Or, you’ve been possessed by a demon and they’re making you sacrifice me to their old God.” He snorts. 

“Or,” You slam into the back of him. You didn’t even know he’d stopped walking. You have to tilt your head all the way back to look him in the eye. “I just wanted to get ‘ya alone.” He backs you up into a tree, the bark rough against your arms. You gasp as he presses his front against yours, his head ducking down to nip at your earlobe. “Need another taste of ‘ya.” You moan, cranking your head to the side so he can lap at the skin there. You wonder if he’ll leave marks, you hope he does. 

“G-ghost.” His hand tightens on your hip, his pelvis grinding into yours. He’s already hard, straining against his zipper. “Fuck.” Your hand grabs his shoulder as you try and catch his lips. 

“Oh, I plan on it.” He bites your bottom lip before shoving his tongue in your mouth while fiddling with the button of your jeans. You squeak as he jerks them down your legs, kicking them wider with his foot. 

“Wh-what if someone walks by?” His eyes are somehow darker, but he still smirks at you. 

“Trust me?” You can't help but nod, taking two massive fingers in your mouth and sucking. “Fuck, sweet girl, want me to make ‘ya feel good?” You whimper as he undoes his belt buckle and pushes his own jeans down before pinning you back against the tree. 

“Please.” You whine, hips bucking up. He chuckles before shoving those fingers back in your mouth. 

“Gotta fuck ‘ya open first.” He nips at your jaw before withdrawing them and pressing them between your legs. You jump when he touches your clit, hips jerking. “Shhh, I got ‘ya.” He runs his fingers through your folds before pressing them at your entrance, swallowing your whimpers. You’ve slept with him before, after the witch induced mania, but he still had to prep you. The size of him is still enough to bring tears to your eyes. He picked up speed, the squelch, squelch, of his fingers fucking into you loud in the forest. You bit into his hand to keep from moaning loudly. You jerk when he hits that spongy spot in the back, eyes rolling back when he continues to hit it. Your legs are close to giving out. 

“That’s it. Look at you. Fallin’ ‘part on my fingers.” He kissed at your hairline, the mask bunched up under his nose. He removed his hand from your mouth and instead wrapped it around your throat. “Be a good pet and cum on my hand.” His teeth sunk into your shoulder, a moan spilling over your lips as he pulled back to set his forehead on yours. Your fingers dug into his skin, body tensing as you wailed his name. Eyes rolling back as the full force of your orgasm hits you. 

“Ghost.” Your chest heaved as you tried to catch your breath. His hands left your skin to grab your thighs and lift, your back sliding up the tree. His lips found your neck and sucked. You whined and pushed at the edges of his mask, just enough to grab a few strands of blonde hair. 

“Pull it off.” He hissed into your ear, his length passing through your folds as he trusted. You met his eyes. 

“A-are you s-sure?” He nodded before kissing you. 

“I trust ‘ya.” You pulled the black fabric off before kissing him again, hands tangling in his messy hair. Your eyes raked over his features. He was devastatingly handsome. With a push he was forcing his way in, your head falling against the tree with a thump. You tugged lightly as he pressed all the way into you, the stretch a slight burn. 

“There we go. That’s all of it.” He kissed your tears away, staying still to let you adjust. “Doing so well for me.” You nodded. 

“You can move. Please.” You could feel his smirk against your skin. His fingers gripping the meat of your thighs to hold you up. 

“When you ask so nicely.” He pulled almost all the way out before slamming back in, knocking the breath out of you. He repeated it before gripping your throat and doing shallow thrusts instead. You swore you could feel him in your throat. A sob leaving your body as he sped up. 

“Please. Please.” Ghost only growled, hips smacking into harder. 

“C’mon sweet girl, let me have it.” You nod into his mouth. He sucks your bottom lip. “I need you to cum.” He shifted you in his hold, the angle changing just enough that he hit that spongy spot repeatedly. 

“OH-oh f-fuck, Gh-” Your voice broke off into another wail as your pussy clenched around Ghost’s cock. His hips stuttered from how you gripped it. He felt you go limp in his arms, head laying on his chest as he continued to thrust up into you. You were babeling, incoherent at best. 

“Ohh, sweet girl, gonna cum.” You lifted your head enough to suckle on the skin of his exposed neck, a third orgasm hitting you from out of nowhere. Ghost held you like that for a little bit after, allowing you to come down. He pulled his jeans up while still holding you, that way when he set you on your feet he was able to focus on you. You swayed a second before he steadied you. Footsteps caused your head to jerk, his mask in your closed fist. You urgently pushed it at him, tiredly speaking to him. 

“Ghost, some-someones coming.” He only chuckled and helped you pull your pants up, letting you rest against his chest as the person strolled up, cigar hanging from his lips. The panic ebbed away as you realized who it was. 

“Hope you’re ready for me, darling.”

[lilbardrhi]

"Broken", Not Stupid - 10: Just a Rat... Right?

Pairing: alpha!Simon "Ghost" Riley x unusual omega!OC (13)

CW: Omegaverse; cult-like situation; dehumanization; selling children to a cult

Author's Note: It was just a rat.~ uwu smol, itty bitty part while I get back into the groove (and wake tf up-) <3

As I open my bedroom door, Selene darts out around my feet and across the hall. She darts directly towards the sunroom door. Simon mentioned that she does like being in there, but something about the way she moved suggested it wasn't sunbathing she was after. So I followed her.

"Selene," I call to her softly. "Here, kitty-"

A small... creature that is not Selene darts across the center of the room and I freeze. It disappears through the small jungle of plants on the right wall. I remain frozen and wide-eyed just inside the sunroom. Then Selene chirps and my eyes are drawn to her, perched on a table near the far wall. When my eyes meet hers, she blinks slowly.

It was just a rat. Selene felt the need to run in here so it had to have been a rat, right?

Right.

Not some tiny, humanoid creature. Just a rat running on it's hind legs.

It's fine.

Selene shifts, drawing my attention away from the plants that the rat disappeared into. Guessing she's looking for attention before we leave, I make my way over to her and gently pet her head. A sense of calm washes over me as I pet her. She's such a soothing creature.

"13?" Simon's voice calls from down the hall.

"In the sunroom," I call back, still petting Selene.

"Are you ready?" he asks as he enters the room. His eyes land on Selene and I immediately.

"Yeah, just wanted to give Selene some love before we leave."

"Johnny's going to meet us at the shops. Still ok with him hanging around today?"

I nod, my eyes drifting back toward the plants.

"Yeah, let's go," I say suddenly and make my way towards the door.

It was just a rat. Nothing more, nothing less.

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