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huh-i-guess · 7 months ago

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Paloma

(Captain John Price x F!Reader)

Summary: You all go to a club after a mission in Mexico and your drunken words have a sobering impact on your captain.

Warnings: SMUT 18+, daddy kink, embarrassingly drunk reader (no sex while she's drunk), spanking, choking, authority kink (?), age gap, unprotected sex, price gets nassssty

Word Count: ~ 6.3k

(Reader's callsign is Pepper)

I don't own MW2, the characters, or the gif above.

“Pepper. We’re waiting on you. What’s taking so long?” Simon gruffly inquired from the bottom of the stairs. “y/n what are you wearing?” He examined as he questioned your choice of club attire.

“A dress. Duh?” You deadpanned.

“WOAH.” Some of the guys gasped as you walked down the stairs.

“Steamin’ Jesus. Where’ve you been hiding these things?” Soap quipped.

“You guys are acting like you've never seen me in civies before. They are just legs, come on. Leave me alone suds.” You swatted at the Scotsman that poked at your thighs.

“Pepper. I’ve seen you in civies before but not in a dress. Not this dress” Soap stated while his lips quired into a sly grin.

“Yeah, I can't say I have either. You look beautiful though.” Gaz affirmed to your left.

“Thanks, Gaz.” You tilted your head in appreciation. Alejandro and Rudy walked in from the kitchen. Ale’s face brightened as he took in your appearance.

“¡Qué hermosa mi amor pero eso no es nuevo para ti!” Alejandro winked at you.

“¡Gracias Ale!” You smiled as your face flushed with warmth.

“You look gorgeous, sweet girl.” You looked over to the bench where your captain sat.

“Thank you, Captain.'' You smirked at Price's compliment as you watched his eyes rake down your body. Something about Price stirred things deep inside of you. Like a primal need. A want. A craving. But he’s your commanding officer so that’s all that he can ever be.

A want.

You fought the urge to clench your thighs together at his heavy gaze. His baby blues met yours and you felt yourself to suppress a shiver. Get it together.

“Okay let's go before they close the doors on us huh.” You cleared your throat and made your way to the door.

~~~

You had just finished a massive bust and the team wanted to chill for a bit so you recommended clubbing. Did you recommend this because you miss shaking your ass and wanted to get drunk? Yes. Yes you did. You could only deal with so much testosterone for so long. It wasn’t like you hated being around the guys, you loved them, it was just that you sort of missed the thrill of getting hit on and it actually leading somewhere. The guys flirted with you all the time but it never went anywhere because at this point you were all family. It wasn’t even flirting anymore, it was like getting a compliment from a drunk aunt.

You missed when flirting had an edge. When it led to you going home with someone and riding them till the sun came up. Some small part of you missed being treated like a girl. You appreciated that the guys saw you as one of them but at some point you have to remember that you have needs… parts you have to have filled.

Price treated you the same as all of the guys and part of you appreciated it but his “flirting” always had a different air to it. Like he wasn’t trying to rile you up or ruffle your feathers. It was like he wanted you to hear everything he said and take it to heart. Like he meant it. Clubbing could also serve as a distraction from your feelings about the man. It wasn’t fair that he could occupy so much space in your brain.

So you styled your hair, put on a face, slipped on a cute but always comfortable pair of heels, and a dress that damn near guarantees you’ll get laid. And made your decision to kick back and take your mind off of Price.

~~~

“So… Can I get drunk tonight?” You looked at Price for an answer and batted your mascara covered lashes.

“Why are you looking at me? You’re a grown woman and you don’t need my permission to do things.” Price rasped avoiding eye contact as he gripped the wheel.

“Okay cool. So then you don't have a problem with me going home with someone tonight?” You probed watching as his hand white knuckle gripped the steering wheel. The men behind you fighting to hold in giggles knowing their captain’s feelings for you that he has yet to admit.

“Now why would I have a problem with that, Pepper?” Sounds like he has a problem with it, you thought. You chuckled and looked out of the window as you watched the stone fences eventually turn to trees. Alejandro’s car in front of you eventually came to a stop outside of the club. All of you regrouped at the door and made your way in. It always felt a little weird being one woman walking in with a gaggle of 6 men on your tail but you’ve been in weirder situations. You grabbed a booth on the far side of the club. Making sure to have easy, clear views of all of the exits.

“Okay. I'm going to the bar to have a drink. Please don't come over unless you need something. You guys have a tendency to scare… people away.” You laughed and winked as you made your way to the bar. You spotted a handsome man who appeared to be having a drink with his friends and you knew you had to get his name.

“The huntress is on the prowl, Price. You gonna do anything about that tonight?” Soap questioned his captain with a low whistle.

“Soap. I have no clue what you are talking about.” Price denies.

“Ay dios mio. Captain, you play the fool so well. We all know how you feel about her and I think she knows too. We are in Mexíco. My people do not play when it comes to beautiful women.” Alejandro began as he lifted himself from the booth. “I saw at least four others whose jaws dropped when she walked in. You will miss your chance with her here if you keep being shy.” Alejandro chipped with more bravery than his brothers at the table before he patted Price on the back and made his way over to a beautiful woman he had locked eyes with the moment he stepped foot in the club.

After a while you got bored of the man you were talking to. He was a beautiful man but lacked any depth and honestly didn't seem like he could do any of the things you need a man to do. You stayed up at the bar and turned back to look at your group's table. Almost all of your group had been dispersed throughout the club. The only ones left at the table were Price and Rodolfo. They seemed to be deep in conversation and enjoying themselves so you smiled and headed to the dance floor.

You found a group of girls to dance with that seemed to be having a good time and you asked if you could join their group just to dance for a bit and were welcomed with open arms and kisses brought to your face. You missed being like this. It's been ages since you hung out with a group solely made up of women. You quickly learned their names and where they were from. They were from all over the world and just spent time traveling together across the world as a group. The group was composed of some of the most beautiful women you’d ever seen and you felt great being accepted into their group. Mara was from Brazil, Tati from Puerto Rico and a number of other girls from a variety of countries. Tati had been eyeing Gaz all night and you knew that they’d hit it off deciding to introduce them later in the night. Your priority at the moment was dancing and having a good time.

Although you were in a Mexican club, they played all kinds of Latin Music and even random hints of American Music. Anything that you could move to, you moved to. From Destiny’s Child to Bad Bunny to Kali Uchis to artists you’d never heard of. You and Mara had been platonically grinding on each other for a major portion of the night. Your hips had minds of their own and moved any which way. Your system was flooded with an indiscriminate number of margaritas and palomas so you felt like you were on cloud nine. Your hips hadn’t stopped moving even as you felt a pair of eyes on you. The heat of the gaze could only belong to one man in this club.

You looked back to the table and locked eyes with Price. You smiled, felt a wave of confidence, and blew him a kiss before you turned back to Mara, Tati and the others. La Romana by Bad Bunny and El Alfa came on and you all were locked in place on the dance floor. The tequila from the drinks you downed had you feeling like the only thing that mattered in the world was dancing to this song with these girls that you quite literally just met.

You and the girls danced to the song as if you were the only people on the floor. Tati started rapping El Alfa’s part as all of the inhibitions exited your body. You couldn’t even call it dancing anymore because at this point it was just cheering as the gorgeous woman next to you rattled off in Spanish. By the time the song ended and you were out of breath and drenched in sweat. You raised your voice over the music as you drew the girls in and let them know that you had to take a break. You were met with a number of hugs and kisses to your cheeks as you turned to slip from the crowd. You decided to stop at the bar for another drink and turned back to the table. The liquor coursing through you made it feel like you were floating as you made your way back over to the table with your fruity cocktail in hand.

Price’s eyes followed each step that you took and he stared at you with a burning gaze. The heat of his stare felt like a rope as the intensity pulled you closer and closer to him. You eventually closed the distance between the two of you and plopped down next to him. You were most definitely invading his personal space, but he just sat with the slightest smirk on his lips.

“You look like you’re having fun out there, sweet girl.” He said as bumped his shoulder into yours. Your mouth was moving before your brain could even formulate a response. You never really did kick the habit of rambling when you got drunk. That little fact about you and Price’s watchful eyes had you loose. Absolutely no control over your body or your mouth, so you rambled.

“I would be having so much more fun out there with you, daddy. Those girls are so sweet though. Mara and Tati and I think someone named Olivia. I can't really remember but I think Tati and Gaz would be so cute together.” You leaned into Price and lovingly looked into his baby blues. For some reason you grabbed his hand. “I haven’t danced like that in so long. Did you see my hips? It was like they had a mind of their own. Feel like I'm gonna be sore in the morning. Ugh, Daddy you should’ve joined me out there. Wanted to feel you behind me. Grabbing my hips and guiding them. Might’ve even put your hand on my throat and let you choke me a little.” The filth slipped from your mouth with a giggle and you hadn’t even realized the gravity of the comments you'd been making. You’d called him “daddy” twice. Not once but twice.

Price stared at you dumbfounded. He felt his dick twitch in his trousers. Of course he’d been watching you from the moment you left the table to the moment you set foot on the dancefloor. He watched you meet the girls, open your arms, and be welcomed with kisses and giggles. Watching the interaction had him feeling things. His mind told him was too old for you. It told him that he was old enough to be your father and he already was your superior.

He’d watched you play with the lad at the bar who hadn’t even realized how out of his league you were. Price’s mind told him that you have all of these young men at your disposal. The doubts about his age flooded his mind. Why would you want him? You deserve someone who can keep up with you. Someone young and energetic.

His doubts were put on the back burner when you blew that kiss to him. He felt his heart flutter in his chest. When you damn near skipped over to him his heart was replaced by a warmth. When you called him “daddy” his cock stood at attention and his doubts had flown far from his mind.

“Sweet girl, how many have you had tonight?” He groaned.

“Like 4 shots of tequila and a few palomas? Have you had one yet? I think it's the national drink of Mexico or something like that” You chirped.

“You know that I won't enjoy that. Barely enjoying this sorry excuse of a whiskey.” You pushed the cocktail over to him.

“Please just give it a try for me, daddy? I tried that scotch the other night and I almost passed out from how strong it was.” Price let out a long sigh and looked into your eyes as he grabbed your glass and took a sip of the grapefruit cocktail. The smile plastered on your face was enough to melt his heart. He felt the cold liquid hit his tongue and was immediately hit with the sweet tang of grapefruit and the light punch of tequila. He would never admit it, but he actually enjoyed the slight tangy and sweetness of the drink. He faked a grimace and placed your glass back on the napkin.

“Happy, love?” You giggled in his ear and kissed his cheek. Your brain hadn’t even registered what you’d called him just a moment ago. His eyes met yours. “y/n, I don't want you going home with anyone tonight.” Price stated with a serious tone. He almost sounded how he did when you went on missions and he’d used your real name. Not your call sign or a term of endearment.

“Daddy, don’t be so serious, I wasn’t planning on it.” You leaned into his ear as the words flowed from your lips, sweet and syrup-like. “ I just wanted to look pretty for you. Maybe sit on your lap and dance a little but you can be so stubborn.” Price turned his head and looked at you with wide eyes. Full of lust but also full of shock at your gall.

“Love, I think I should take you home. You’ve had quite a lot tonight.” You leaned into him and pressed a giggly kiss to his cheek.

“Only because it's you, okay. You really don't want to dance with me. Not even one song?” You practically begged as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders.

“Let's see if you can even stand up on your own, Love.”

“Of course I can.” You stood up and felt like the world had left you behind as wobbled on shaky feet.

“Mhm. Let's go home.” Price affirmed and you frowned, but immediately thought of Tati and Gaz.

“Wait. Tati and Gaz. They need to know each other. Let me introduce them, please daddy.” With a long sigh that was meant to calm himself, he nodded and let you drag him to the dance floor. Of course you had hopes of playing matchmaker tonight. He chuckled a little at the fact that you always had the best interest of the team at heart.

When you spotted Tati, she looked at you, and then at the 6'2 man planted firmly behind you. Her smiling face began to reflect one of concern as a frown crossed her stunning features. She tried to convince you to stay with her to make sure you weren't being taken advantage of in your state of intoxication. You felt your heart warm at the act of consideration, but let her know that you know him, trust him, and love him. Loud enough for him and everyone around you to hear over the music. His eyes widened and his face immediately flushed into a shade of deep red. He cleared his throat and grabbed your phone. He asked for the girl's number while you leaned on him and looked at him like he roped the moon out of the sky for you. He’d definitely remember the dopey love struck look that was painted on your face.

He let you take Tati over to Gaz. Gaz, Soap, and Simon had been planted at the bar drinking and laughing with each other before you tapped Kyle on the shoulder. He turned around and was met with the sight of you, very much inebriated and giggly, arm intertwined with Price’s as you leaned onto him while holding onto Tati’s hand. Kyle and the others were glad to see you clinging onto Price and watched the interaction in fascination.

“Kyle. Tati. Handsome man meet stunning woman.” You hummed while pushing Tati toward Kyle, feeling satisfied with your matchmaking skills. “Daddy, let's go home.” You looked up at Price. Soap’s mouth dropped open as soon as the word slipped from your mouth but quickly clamped it shut as he locked eyes with his ever serious captain. Simon just shook his head, not completely in disbelief at your comment, but more in amusement that you’d been drunk enough to say something like that in front of the others. Gaz’s eyes widened because he definitely heard you call your captain, daddy, but he threw on a smooth grin as he looked over to the beautiful woman that you brought along with you. He was torn between clowning you for your kinky admission or letting it slide. He ultimately decided to put it on the back burner as the gorgeous woman locked eyes with his. You whipped your body around and stumbled your way toward the door.

Price basically carried you to the car. He was supporting most of your body weight with his as he chuckled while navigating the two of you through the gravel filled parking lot. The pair of you reached the Black SUV and Price swept you into his arms as he opened the car door.

“In we go, love.” As he situated you securely in the passenger seat. Just as he was about to close the door you slurred out a “wait.”

“What do you need, sweet girl?”

“I’m sorry for being like this, daddy. I just wanted to have fun. I didn’t mean to be a burden.” He chuckled and brought your hand up to his lips. He pressed a soft kiss to the top of your hand.

“You’re not a burden, love. You just had a bit too much to drink. It happens. As long as you had fun, I really don’t mind it.”

“God,” you said with a sigh, “You’re so hot. Can we have sex?” The warmth returned to his face at the admission. He had no intentions of doing anything with you tonight except maybe brushing your teeth and tucking you into bed. He sighed with a soft smile and closed the door.

“You truly are something special.” He said into the nothingness as he walked around the car.

The rest of the night was a blur for you but all you remember was Price carrying you back into the safe house then lying in the soft covers of a bed and finally drifting out of consciousness.

Price sat next to you in bed and watched your sleeping figure as your soft snores filled his ears. When he was satisfied with the amount of breaths that fell from your lips, he lowered himself into the sheets next to you and lost his own battle with consciousness.

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When you awoke, you were met with the sight of an empty bed and the sun shining through the flowing curtains. You looked over to the on-suite and saw your burly captain brushing his teeth at the sink. You released a content sigh as you turned onto your side. You felt yourself being pulled back into the warm embrace of sleep but as soon as you were at the cusp of consciousness, you felt the bed dip next to you. You kept your eyes closed but felt your captain just sitting there. You heard his breaths as he sat motionless next to you. The air grew tense as a beat of silence passed. Even with your eyes closed, you could feel the heat of his gaze. Was he just staring at you? Was he going to say anything?

“What are you doing?” You probed, anticipating a gruff response.

No reply and then a long, heady sigh.

You started to turn your head until you felt a warm, firm body press against your back. Price’s body molded into yours as he reached around your front to find the hand that rested on the sheets. His hand found yours and you gawked at the difference in size. His hand engulfed yours in a warm embrace as he gave it a soft squeeze. His face nuzzled into the nape of your neck as he filled his lungs with your scent. His hairy chest was snug against your back as you felt his lips purse against your warm skin.

The tension grew as he shifted his hips forward against yours. Your breath caught in your throat as you felt his bulge firm against your ass. He let out a low hum behind you at the feel of your soft bottom against him. Your mind started running through scenarios as you tried to recall the events that took place last night. How did you end up in bed with your captain? Did you fuck your captain? Did you do what you’ve been craving since your first meeting almost two years ago?

“We should talk about it, love.” He said with a firm squeeze to your hand.

“Did we… Did we have sex last night?” The words came out far meeker than you had intended. He let out a small sigh and pushed his head deeper into the crook of your neck.

“No.” Before he placed a soft kiss against the side of your neck. You felt a chill run down your spine at the intimate act. “You were far too inebriated for me to feel comfortable doing anything to you.” He hummed as he began to pepper delicate kisses on your neck.

“I wanted you to.” Slide its way, breathlessly and truthfully, from your lips.

“I know.” His hips shifted into yours, allowing you to feel him fully. Feel the warm, firm thickness that John had hidden under his shorts. “You looked stunning last night. Seeing you free and enjoying yourself like that, it made me feel things.” A gasp slipped from your lips as you felt his cock twitch against your bum. “Things I thought I had buried. Things that aren't right. Things that I shouldn’t feel about you.” He rocked his hips into you as his hand tightened around yours. “Then you danced your way over to me, looking at me like I hung the moon in the sky. Calling me what you did.” He groaned in your ear at the memory as he rolled his covered length into your behind. “You remember what you called me, love?” A fervent pulse into your rear. His hand left yours and trailed its way up your front, stopping just under your breast.

You couldn’t say anything. Your mind had just gone blank as your captain began to frot into your clothed ass. “Hm? Do you remember, sweet girl?” His hand made its way into the valley of your breasts and he pressed, pushing your torso impossibly close to his. Your back and ass flush against the mountain of a man.

“I-”

“Do you need me to remind you?” His hips curled into yours. Your thighs tightened and your pussy clenched around nothing. Air slipped from your mouth as your words were trapped in your throat. Lost searching for words as his cock rubbed into the covered crevice of your ass. The intimacy of the act had dulled your thoughts. The only thing that filled your mind was him and the effect that he had on you.

“Ah. I- Price.”

“No. Not that. That's not what you called me seven times.” His hand made its way to your gulping throat. “That’s not the name you used. No, I don't think so. That's not what you said in front of the others.” You pressed your ass into him needing to feel more of the thick bulge that was trapped between you, your underwear and his.

“Please.” Was all that you could conjure as your mind told you to take matters into your own hands. Your trembling hand made its way between the two of you searching for the thick length that was causing the blankness in your mind. The man jerked his hips away from you. Away from your desperate touch.

“Ah ah. Not until you say it. I know you know it sweet girl. You wouldn’t let me forget it last night.” His voice had a deep, raspy quality to it that you’d never heard from him before. It set your core ablaze.

“Captain please.” His grip on your throat began to constrict as your hand searched behind you desperately seeking the source of warmth you’d just lost.

“Getting closer.” His other hand slipped under your neck and replaced the hand he had tightening on your throat. The hand that was originally at your throat made its way down your body as you trembled at the sensation of his warm fingers teasing your body.

“Mmmmmm fuck. Please please. I-” His fingers made their way into the waistband of your absolutely drenched panties. Your hips twitched at the sensation. He pressed his palm just above where you needed him. His breathing deepened in your ear. He growled in your ear. Deep, full bodied like a scotch. Gravelly.

“Say it.” Your hips twitched at the command.

“Price I- please I’m-,” the words racked your brain as you tried to concentrate. His fingers on your pubic mound just began to tap. Light yet so impactful as his fingers just danced upon you. You tilted your hips upward trying to catch their movement just a bit lower. So close to where you needed him. The words tumbled out of your mouth at breakneck speeds.

“Daddy, please.” You were almost crying now. He tugged your ear lobe between his teeth as he sank two fingers into your weeping pussy.

“Oh fuck yes.”

“Say it again, sweet girl.” No hesitation. No stammer.

“Daddy. Fuck.” He rocked his hips back into yours as he plunged in and out of you. The meat of his palm rubbed harshly against your puffy clit. An exhale forced itself from your lips that was soon accompanied by a low whine.

“You wouldn’t stop fucking looking at me last night.” Rock.

He licked the side of your neck as he breathed heavily against your ear. He curled his fingers inside of you as the breaths were forced from your lungs.

“I couldn’t take my eyes off you.” Rock.

“Like you had some kind of spell on me. Your hips. Watching them sway in that dress.” Rock.

“You- uh fuck- wouldn’t stop.” He groaned as he pushed his fingers in further. Rock.

“You insatiable little slut. I shouldn’t even fuck you right now.” His hand constricted around your throat again. The man was tearing you apart with just his fingers and his voice.

“I- oh my god. I’m so sorry, daddy. I didn’t mean it.” The groan that ripped from his throat shifted something inside of you. You needed to hear him make that sound again. Your hand fumbled behind you as you searched for his cock. John tilted his head away from your ear as he watched your clumsy ministrations. You, frantically searched behind you.

“Desperate girl.” He chuckled over your shoulder.

“Please, daddy. I just. I wanna make it better.” Maybe you were desperate. You really couldn’t care because the thing your really needed was so close yet being shielded from you by fucking fabric. “John fucking help me.”

Wrong answer.

He pulled his fingers from you and rolled out of the bed. Your body followed as he stood up. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please just- can you just-” Frustration was not a strong enough word to describe your feelings.

“Lie on your stomach.”

“Huh?”

“I won't repeat myself.” You wouldn’t even give him the chance to repeat himself as you laid yourself flat on the bed.

“Hands behind your back.” You complied. Of course you did.

He gathered your wrists in his hand and ran his palm over the covered globe of your ass and you shivered at the touch. He yanked your panties down to your thighs and your newly exposed pussy fluttered at the change in temperature.

“Fucking gorgeous. God look at that little pussy. It's too bad though.” You couldn’t see what he was doing behind you but your hips twitched in anticipation.

Apologize. Yeah that’s what you should do. “Daddy, I’m sorry. I just wanted to make you feel good.”

Smack.

An exhale left your lips that you didn’t even know you'd been holding. The pain hadn’t even fully begun before he dropped his palm onto the other cheek. You rocked your hips back in shock.

“You don’t like to listen, sweet girl. No. You don’t think, do you?” The sting was red hot on your ass and you somehow couldn’t stop your pussy from clenching. He pressed your hands into your back and forced you to arch for him. He ran a thumb down your dripping slit. He dipped the tip of the thumb, just barely, into the opening of your weeping center. You shifted your weight back, further into his touch, and let out a soft moan.

Smack.

You pressed forward into the bed hoping to run from the sting that blossomed on your ass.

“I’m sorry, daddy.” You whined.

“Sit still.”

“Yes, daddy.”

He let go of your hands and moved his own to the burning flesh that encompassed your ass. His hands squeezed and groped, kneaded, the plump fat that sat at your hips.

“Calm down, sweet girl.” He soothed. With a firm grip of your ass, he turned his thumbs inward, and pulled the stinging cheeks apart. His thumbs sat just above your drenched slit. He pursed his lips and pushed a drop of spit from his lips. It landed on your perineum and trickled its way into your opening. You tried to still your hips as your mind conjured a visual of the filthy act. The picture you painted in your head had you shivering.

“Are you gonna be good for me, love?”

“Yes, daddy.” You eagerly nodded your head against the pillow.

He hummed behind you as he kneeled above your trembling body. He grabbed your hips and tilted them upward, deepening the arch of your spine. He pressed his weight against you as he shifted his own hips forward. His underwear was gone. You could finally feel just how massive he was as he shifted his bare hips into yours. He pressed his cock down between the globes of your ass and he rocked his weight into you. A light whimper left your lips as you felt the girth that hung between his legs. He pressed his thumb onto his cock and sank it down into your wet heat.

The stretch was blinding as you forced yourself to calm your breathing and you felt him work your open on his cock. Your body shook as he made room for himself inside of you. It felt like the air had been pressed from your lungs.

“Oh god yes. Thank you, daddy.”

“Tight as a bloody vice.” A deep groan tumbled from his mouth as he dropped all of his body weight onto you. He let you adjust to his girth before he repositioned his arms and legs so he could support himself and fuck you proper. He pulsed his hips forward and you swear that you could feel him at your cervix. The kiss of his cockhead at your center sent a shiver through your body.

“So fucking deep, daddy.”

“Yeah I am.” He sighed quietly. He rocked his hips into you again and you keened. You reached your hand up to his, needing to hold onto something as you prepared for what was to come. His thrusts began to pick up speed as he fucked you into the mattress. The only thing that could be heard in the room was the sound of his hips slapping into yours and your quick releases of air as he fucked into you. A ragged growl left his throat as he straightened his legs and grabbed your neck. It was a blur of colors and gasps as he shifted the two of you over. He laid on his back with your back to his chest and planted his feet firm into the mattress. He slipped a hand around your front and found your neglected clit. His hips met your ass with a fierce clap. The sounds that left your mouth were quick little yaps as he fucked up into you. The change in angles had you feeling him even deeper than before and you were about to start seeing stars.

You’d never been fucked like this. His hips shot upward and brought yours back down as they descended. The pressure of him driving into your aching pussy along with the tight, firm circles on your clit had you clenching tightly onto his cock. He was hitting all the right spots deep inside of you and taking care of your clit just the way you needed. All you could do was lay on top of him and take it as he basically used your body. His breathing had gone ragged as he pounded you.

“Daddy I-”

“What sweet girl? Is it too much for you?” He smirked, out of breath beneath you as he pounded into your pussy. He stopped the circular movements on your clit as he pulled his hand away from your body. A frustrated goan fell from your lips at their removal. The groan was short-lived as tight gasp replaced it. Price quickly dropped his hand back down onto your clit in a sharp slap.

“Oh my god.” You squeaked.

He chuckled behind you and did it again. The sting from his motion had melded perfectly with the pleasure of him digging into you. Your pussy tightened around him as the sensations of his actions pushed you closer to the edge. He brought his hand back down onto your puffy clit and sighed into your ear. The only thing that slipped from your mouth were the short moans that were being punched out of you as you took what he gave you.

“You gonna cum, sweet girl?” He taunted over your shoulder. His condescending tone had your pussy bearing down onto him.

“Fuck. I feel you tightening up on me.” His voice had started to sound almost surprised as he made you take him. He placed his hand back on your pussy and used his index finger to rub small, intense circles on your clit.

“I’m gonna cum, sweet girl. Where can I? Huh? Can I cum in you?” He ragged under you.

“Fuck yes. Yes, daddy. Yes.”

“You gonna let me fill you up? Huh?” He sounded absolutely feral. He applied firmer pressure to your clit as he groaned into your shoulder.

“Oh fuck, daddy” You threw your head back and dropped all of your weight onto him as you felt your release flood your system. Your back arched and your toes curled as you struggled to take air into your lungs. The intensity of the orgasm rendered you speechless and helpless as it washed upon you. Price’s movements grew sloppy as he tried to walk you through your release. You ground your hips into his as you rode out your high.

“Fucking shit.” You felt your captain throb inside of you as he emptied himself into your aching cunt. You felt the warmth grow inside of you as his seed flooded your warm walls.

He straightened out his legs and layed the two of you onto your sides. He left his softening cock inside of you as he wrapped an arm around your sweat drenched torso. All that could be heard in the room was the sound of your breaths syncing up as you laid there in bliss.

“Holy shit.” You panted.

“Mhm. I’ve wanted to do that for a while.” He sighed, breathlessly as he traced your senseless shapes onto your stomach.

“Yeah? Me too.” You smiled as you turned your head to partially face him.

“Why didn’t we do that sooner?” His baby blues met your gaze.

“Because you’re a stubborn man.” A satisfied chuckle fell from his lips as he smiled at you.

“I guess so.”

A beat passed as the two looked into each other's eyes. Your breaths had fallen in sync with one another.

“You told your friend that you loved me.” Somehow, more warmth spreads across your face and your eyes widen and his smile grows.

“I- I do.” You said, meek as a mouse, as if you’d been caught doing something you shouldn’t have.

He leans over and places a soft, tender kiss to your lips. His lips feel surprisingly soft and only mildly chapped as they move against yours. He pulls back from you, breathless, as his eyes lock onto yours.

“I love you too, sweet girl.”

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In Every Trio, There's Always A Duo

John Price X Reader

You were following behind Soap and Ghost, keeping a close eye on your surroundings while watching their six. Soap was on Ghost’s left, you were on his right, so how could they have gotten to you so easily?

A/N:this is probably the angstiest fic I've written in a while lol, the idea popped up in my head after scrolling tiktok and now I'd like you all to suffer with me(also I know I promised the Gaz fic first, it is coming! I promise!) warnings:mentions of blood, injuries, wounds, gore, depressive thoughts, thoughts of suicide, mentions of death

Price had been the one to introduce you to everyone, saying that you were the newest member of their team. Gaz welcomed you with open arms and even offered to show you around so that you wouldn’t get lost. Soap was happy to greet you, talking too quickly for you to understand even half of what he’d been saying. Ghost was a little more closed off, friendly enough to say hello and introduce himself but didn’t go out of his way to be your friend. It was something you were used to, men in the military were one of three things. Friendly, flirty, or standoffish. While Ghost wasn’t your typical “I’m better than you” military meathead, he wasn’t an open book.

It was all fine though, you had gotten close to the rest of the group and made friends with all of them quick enough. Alejandro and Rudy were much friendlier during the first meeting, Rudy and you swapped recipes and talked about your interests. Ale joked that you would end up stealing his best friend right from under his nose. Of course you would never do that, stealing someone else’s best friend was a big no no in your book.

“I would never steal him away from you! Best friends are sacred.” You smiled over at Ale, watching the way he became flustered ever so slightly.

“Well, thank you then.” He wasn’t sure what to say, most people teased them for being such close friends, this was a nice change.

“Of course, no need to thank me.” Rudy pulled you back into the conversation, explaining how to properly cook one of his mother’s best dishes.

It went on like that for months, you making friends with everyone on the task force, along with Ale and Rudy. When everyone would go home for break you didn’t leave, assuring everyone that you would leave the following day. No one needed to know that you didn’t want to go back to your family, their toxicity pushing you to where you were now. Your mother had been an alcoholic your entire life, your father no better when he actually bothered to come around. Your brother had up and left the moment he turned eighteen, leaving you behind to suffer.

No one needed to know what happened in your past, to them things were good and you had a loving family. They didn’t need to know that you had nothing left waiting for you, no family, and no friends for if you succumbed to your death during a mission. You’d wanted to tell them the truth so badly, that you truly weren’t alright, but you couldn’t.

You were out at the bar with everyone, sitting between Gaz and Soap. The Scot had interrupted you nearly five times now, voice booming as he recalled a tale about how Price had embarrassed himself during a mission. You bit your lip, sinking into your seat and not bothering to try and speak up anymore. The night continued on like that, everyone talking about different things as the drinks flowed. You’d even learnt a little bit more about Ghost, how his parents weren’t the nicest of people, how he’d done what he could to help them. It reminded you of your own situation, abusive parents that refused to take accountability.

It continued on like that for months, you would head out with everyone and continue to turn into nothing but a shadow. Seven turned to six, six turned into five, and soon enough it was only you, Ghost, and Soap going out. Price was too busy with paperwork, Ale and Rudy had their own duties to attend to, and Gaz was seeing someone. You were happy for Gaz, he was a total catch and anyone with eyes could see how attractive he was. Though you missed his corny jokes at the tables when you’d go out. Soap was the main jokester, Ghost throwing in a few from time to time to throw the Scot off his game.

It was strange seeing Ghost without his mask, the first time your jaw dropped open but you refused to comment. Nothing more humiliating than bringing up someone’s scars to them when you’re in public. He ignored everyone who tried to flirt with him, shutting down their advances with a “not interested” before they could utter another word. That same night they left you behind at the pub, you’d gone to the bathroom to relieve yourself before heading back. When you walked out the table was empty and cleaned, surely they were waiting outside. However once you stepped foot outside you noticed the truck you’d all driven in was gone as well.

Your throat closed up as you realized they had completely forgotten you, the base was over ten miles away. Refusing to try and call them, you tugged your jacket closer to your body and made the journey on foot. Price was still awake when you arrived, feet nearly bleeding from the blisters you now had, and tears running down your face.

“Sweetheart? What’s going on?” Price abandoned his paperwork to rush over to you.

You lied and told him you were simply too intoxicated and had forgotten you had gone to the pub with Soap and Ghost, the two men soundly asleep in their own rooms. He didn’t look as if he believed you, but nonetheless he let it slide. You would tell him the truth when you finally felt ready. Instead of pushing for more answers he helped treat your wounds, and gave you some warmer clothes to sleep in for the night.

Your sleep had been restless that night, struggling to get over how much pain you were in physically, and emotionally. Maybe they had just forgotten because you hadn’t talked the entire night? Sure, that’s what it probably was.

Price kept you on light work for the next two weeks, letting your feet heal before putting you into weapons and basic training. You were being sent out on a mission in a few days and he wanted everyone to be prepared. You stuck close by Gaz and Price for the most part, not wanting a repeat of the pub again. Training was easy, you excelled with each weapon you were given and surpassed everyone else, even Ghost.

Laswell was happy with the progress you’d made since joining, happy to know you had integrated so well with everyone else on the team. It didn’t matter if she didn’t know the entire truth, or that you were miserable deep down. She lead the briefing for your next mission, you were to get the intel required and get out, taking out any hostels if needed. You were a little nervous, the last firefight you’d gone into had nearly gotten you killed. Had Rudy not yanked you down behind the pillar you wouldn’t be standing there.

The helicopter hovered as you rappelled down onto the ground, unclipping your belt and grabbing your gun. There was no one as far as you were able to see, though you couldn’t be too careful, enemies were trained to hide in plain sight. Price and Ghost lead the group, guns raised as they begin a slow but cautious walk towards the building. No one noticed the enemy as they slid from behind their own hiding spots.

The bullets were raining down on the group before any of the guys or yourself could take cover. Price had thrown Gaz behind one of the pillars, Ghost doing the same with Soap to help prevent his teammate from becoming swiss cheese. Alejandro wrapped his arms around Rudy and tackled him to the ground, laying completely still until the sound of the enemy reloading calmed his nerves. It wasn’t until they realized that you were laying out in the open, screams ripping the air apart as you began to slowly bleed out. Ghost’s heart stopped, how the hell did they completely forget about another person!

“Shit!” Soap turned to run around Soap’s bulky frame, grunting as Ghost grabbed the collar of his tac vest.

“You do that an’ you’re both dead!” Ghost couldn’t risk someone else getting injured, they needed to neutralize the threat.

“We need to save her!” Soap couldn’t watch you bleed out, it would destroy him.

“Stand down!” Ghost winced as the gunfire drew closer, they needed to retreat before they lost anyone else.

The group slowly retreated, watching the way your frame became smaller and smaller with each step they took. Ghost was gnawing the inside of his jaw, angry that he’d let something like this happen under his watch. Shit, they’d have to figure out how to get you back before you ended up bleeding out on the field.

“Ghost!” Gaz was staring over at the older man, eyes wide with terror.

The enemy had grabbed you, running off while they seemed to be too preoccupied figuring out a plan to stop them in their tracks. His blood ran cold, they were surely going to kill you if they couldn’t rescue you soon enough.

“Stop them!” Ghost raised the gun in his arms, aiming down the scope to try and get a shot off.

It was with a sickening realization that he noticed they were all gone, nothing but dust kicked up in the air as they fled. He’d always kept everyone safe, or as safe as he could when they were in enemy territory. This? This was his worst nightmare come to life, someone getting injured and captured because of his actions. How the hell had he not realized you were near him? While you were quiet when needed you always made your presence known.

“We’ll get them back, but we can’t go in with our heads up in the clouds.” Price was angry, they were split up into two groups.

“You let her get hurt, you were too busy keeping an eye on Soap that she got hurt!” Gaz stood up harshly, stomping over to where Ghost and Soap were crouched.

“Hey! Let’s not start going at each other’s throats.” Price grabbed onto his tac vest, stopping him before he could reach the other two.

“I saw it, she was walking too far from Ghost and instead of remembering that she was even there he saved Soap instead, and now she’s been taken by the fucking enemy!” Gaz was angry, angrier than he’d been in quite a while.

Ghost wanted to deny it, that he had been keeping an eye on you the entire time, but it would’ve been a dirty lie. It had been obvious over the last few months how little attention they ever spared you, especially him and Soap. The three of you would go out during your leave together and it was simply as if you didn’t exist to them. You were the third wheel during their conversations, trying your hardest to speak up only to be ignored.

Everyone had gone out for a night of drinks and dinner, mainly because Price all but demanded on getting off base for at least one night. Things had been silent for a little while and he needed to release some tension. You and Gaz were up getting drinks for everyone at the bar, the waitress already swinging by to get everyone’s order for food. Price had seen how sullen your expression was, the sparkle your eyes usually had seemed so dull now. Maybe this would help bring it back and things would go back to normal. You were his favorite(don’t tell Simon)and he would do his damndest to make sure you were okay.

“Sorry about the wait, bar was a little busier than expected.” You and Gaz set down all the drinks, being careful not to spill any liquid onto the, for now, clean table.

“No worries love, food won’t be out for a little while anyway.” Price smiled at the way your face flushed, proud that he could still have you blushing like a schoolgirl.

The conversation seemed to flow easily with everyone, Gaz was telling a story from his teenage years that had everyone laughing. He’d embarrassed himself trying to impress a girl and refused to even look her in the eye afterwards. You opened your mouth to make a comment before Soap cut you off, the entire table echoing with laughter. Clearing your throat quietly you took a quick sip of your drink.

The chatter died down once the food was brought out, everyone eating in near silence, save for the bustle of the restaurant around you. You wanted to talk about something, anything, but the timing never felt right. So instead of opening your mouth to talk you kept eating, your stomach turning slightly as you pushed the food around the plate. The chance to strike up a new conversation was dulled entirely once Ghost started talking about something. You didn’t bother to listen, eyes locked onto your plate as you tried to muster up the energy to keep eating.

Everyone was pulled into the conversation, offering their own bits and pieces here and there, everyone except for you. Why bother speaking to people who clearly didn’t notice when you did anyway? It would be a waste of energy and you needed to worry about what would happen on your next mission. Only you didn’t notice the way Price’s gaze lingered on you, a frown marring his nearly perfect features.

“If you don’t get them back, then I sure the fuck will.” Gaz knew the risks that rescuing you would entail and right now he was willing to take that risk.

“Kyle, if you go running in there you’ll be dead before you can get to her. I’ll go with you.” Price was willing to do whatever it took to get you back.

“Sir.” Soap felt terrible, had he kept a closer eye on you this wouldn’t have happened.

“No, we need to start thinking about how we’re going to rescue her, I’ll call Laswell.” Price turned and walked off without waiting for anyone to follow.

Ale and Rudy were horrified, they’d known the men for quite a while, having only just met you a few months prior, and watching the way this had gone down? It sickened them, but they wouldn’t voice those opinions out loud. They’d do whatever needed to be done to rescue you, to make sure that you came back home alive.

You, Ghost, and Soap were all sitting in the cafeteria, trying to enjoy the MRE’s that had been given to you earlier that day. A new shipment wouldn’t be in for a few more days so you were suffering through what had been left over. They weren’t terrible, but it was obvious why these were the ones left over from everyone else. Ghost and Soap had been keeping conversation going between them from the moment you sat down. You didn’t bother to say a word, simply ate your rather dry and tasteless food and waited for it to be gone so you could leave.

It was becoming more obvious as each day passed how little they liked having you around, from the way they would simply ignore you, to even brushing you off when you tried to join the conversation. It had stung in the beginning, but this was something that happened quite often, and you weren’t going to sit there and whine like a child. No, instead you learned to hide the disappointment and hurt deep down inside. If John ever found out how you were mentally, he’d have you discharged before you could even blink and stop him.

“‘M tellin’ ya! You nevah believe me!” Soap was laughing at something Ghost had said, you were sure of that, but the effort to even pretend to listen was too much.

“Oh will you stop with that? I don’t need to believe ya if I don’ want to.” Ghost rolled his eyes, shoving another forkful of…something into his mouth.

Neither of them had so much as glanced at you in the twenty minutes it had been since you’d sat down, another reminder that you weren’t wanted. Your throat closed up slightly, a sickening feeling clawing at your chest as you tried to keep the negative thoughts at bay. That was all wiped away when Price walked in, your back straightened immediately. It was a habit you had tried to break so often but never seemed to be able to.

“At ease soldier, just here to let you know that we’ll be headed out at 0400, so I suggest you get ready to go.” Price nodded at you before heading out.

You would all be debriefed on the plane ride over, it was something Price had begun to do so you went into the mission with the details fresh in your mind. Unless things were sensitive, then he wouldn’t run the risk of the wrong person hearing. Maybe this would finally be the mission you’d be left behind, a girl could have dreams right?

Soap was pacing the room, mumbling to himself to figure out how he could even try and get back on your good side. It was his fault that you were not only shot, but also captured. Price had gotten into contact with Laswell the moment they were back to safety. She was furious, asking how you’d managed to get captured when it was a simple recon. Gaz had exploded then, telling her how Ghost and Soap had been too caught up in each other to keep an eye on you. Price had to calm him down, nearly threatening him.

“There’s been an update, and before any of you say anything I need you to watch this and not rip out each other’s throats.” Laswell turned towards the screen, hitting play.

The screen was blurry for a few seconds before your slumped over form became clearer, it was obvious they’d done a shitty patch up job to your wounds. Your wrists and ankles were bound to the chair, blood dripping down your temple.

“If you want her back, we want something as well.” A voice, presumably someone behind the camera, spoke.

You laughed loudly, the sound surely causing your head to throb as you struggled to sit upright in the wooden chair.

“You couldn’t have picked anyone worse to ransom. Everyone knows I'm expendable on the team, nothing but a throwaway.” Your smile tore at Price’s heart, you looked defeated, ready for the comforting embrace of death.

They growled in anger, fist colliding with your jaw as a sickening crack echoed through the speakers. You groaned, spitting blood onto the floor with a huff.

“You don’t understand, they’re never going to come back for me. You’re better off letting me just die.” Your body was begging for death now, pain surging through every nerve ending.

The man turned towards the camera, angry that you seemed so unwilling to help get whatever they were so desperate for.

“You have two days.” The screen suddenly went black, leaving the room completely silent.

Price walked over to Laswell, afraid of what answer he was going to get for the million questions running through his mind.

“How long do we have?” The video wasn’t brand new, they would never actually give the men enough time to properly plan.

“Less than twenty four hours, we found her location from that bracelet you gave her a few months ago.” Ghost’s head whipped around, why was his captain giving you gifts?

“Everyone gear up, we need to get her back before it’s too late.” Price wasn’t going to waste another second, not when you were so close to death.

The plane was fueled up and ready to go by the time everyone headed out, briefing over the plan during the flight. Gaz would go in guns blazing if it meant saving you, and he’d force Ghost and Soap to wait until they got you. It was reckless to think that way of course, and being angry with his teammates wouldn’t do him any good either. Once you were back and safe with them he’d reprimand the other two. It didn’t matter that Ghost ranked higher than him, he’d give those two an earful they’d never forget.

“Rudy, do you have eyes on her?” Price walked over to check the monitor, a small sigh of relief when he saw your outline.

You were still breathing, the motions slow and labored as you struggled with each breath. Rudy was going to stay on the plane, keeping an eye out to make sure no one tried to sneak on. It was a risky move, especially considering he’d be sitting alone, save for Nikolai. They each geared up, checking their weapons ammunition to make sure everything was loaded.

“Hold down the fort til we get back.” Price slapped a hand against Rudy’s shoulder, nodding towards Gaz and Ale to follow him.

Ghost knew better than to argue, Price was their leader and right now he was definitely on his shit list. Soap wasn’t getting off scot free either, it had been both of them that caused this entire situation. No, the focus was solely on you, Ghost could deal with the repercussions later on when you were safe.

Their footsteps were silent, Gaz lockpicking the door before heading inside behind Price and Ale, guns drawn high as they looked around for enemies. The air was thick with tension, sweat beading up underneath Price's hat as he tried to keep his breathing steady. The sound of fists colliding with skin they picked up pace. They’d managed to find you quicker than expected, but what awaited them beyond those doors?

“Tell us where they are!” It was the same voice as your abuser from the tape, they were enraged at how you simply laughed at their anger.

“I’m tellin’ ya, don’ know shit.” You groaned as his fist collided with your stomach, doubling over in the chair as much as you physically could.

They’d been interrogating you for hours, doing whatever they could to get any information from you before they’d finally send you into the afterlife. The pain was excruciating, resonating through your body like a livewire. How long would you last before you would finally succumb to the wounds that adorned your skin?

The sound of gunshots echoed inside the tiny room, deafening you as the pain in your skull amplified by a thousand. You’d surely had a concussion, if the amount of times you’d been punched had anything else to do with it. The scent of gunpowder and blood filled the air, though you were positive almost half of the blood was yours. A hand grabbing your face caused you to flinch back violently, a terrified screaming ripping from your lips.

“Please! No more!” Whoever had killed your captors wouldn’t have the best intentions for you.

“Sweetheart it’s me, we’re here to get you.” Gaz’s voice was calm, even if his heart was nearly beating out of his chest.

“Gaz.” Your eyes filled with tears, staring back at your teammate and friend.

Price stood right behind him, eyes filled with worry at your state, they needed to get you to a medic immediately. Gaz cut through the ropes binding you to the chair, helping you to stand up. It became obvious that one of your legs was broken as you stumbled in his hold, grabbing onto your thigh with a vice grip.

“Fuck, I’m gonna let Price carry you to the plane, we’ll get you hooked up to an IV to get some fluids in you, alright?” You could barely nod but it was enough of a confirmation to hand you over to Price.

He lifted you gently, cradling you in his arms as Gaz and Ale lead the way back out. Ghost and Soap were checking for any stragglers, not wanting to leave anyone else alive. They hadn’t managed to find anyone, or anything else of importance when they met back up with you. Soap could see the way Price was holding you, as if you would turn into dust in his arms. The two men wanted to apologize, to beg for your forgiveness but with Price it wouldn’t be allowed. You needed to make that decision on your own.

“Alright, we’re gonna get you back to base soon enough,” Price had let the team medic take over, checking your vitals and setting up an IV drip.

Ghost opened his mouth to apologize before Gaz’s glare stopped him in his tracks, Soap quietly sat down in a seat without so much as glancing at you. Clearly some things needed to be worked out, and right now they weren’t going to be talked about. Ghost never backed down from a challenge, not when it came to his teammates. He’d gotten enough shit from Soap to last him a lifetime, lord knows the other man never knew when to stop.

That was the whole point though, wasn’t it? He was being taught a very important lesson about how blind he’d become. Maybe not literally, but Ghost was focusing on the wrong things and it was biting him in the ass now. Soap didn’t seem any better, silently sulking in his seat as he went through a million different scenarios in his head. How long had you been suffering in silence while they simply ignored you? How terrible of a friend was he that he didn’t even notice what was going on.

“We left her at the pub one night.” Ghost nearly missed Soap’s words over the engine of the plane.

“What?” His head whipped around, when the hell had they genuinely forgotten you during a night out?

“Remember O’Malley’s? It was that one.” Soap felt the guilt eating at his soul.

Everything began to hit him like a freight train, they were neglecting you both and off the battlefield. You were an amazing teammate and an even better friend and they’d completely taken you for granted. They didn’t know anything about you aside from that you’d joined the army at eighteen and were now with the task force. The first thing Ghost would do was apologize and do whatever he could to help ease your pain.

“We’re about to land, already let them know we’ve got injuries.” The routine medic, a man named Jacob that couldn’t be any older than twenty two, began to prep you for departure.

You’d need surgery to set your leg properly, the break was most likely a shatter which would cause an intense infection. Nurses ran out to grab the gurney, rushing you inside to get you prepped and ready. Price stood at the top of the ramp, back turned towards everyone else.

“You will not go near her at all, she’s going to need space to process and heal. Do I make myself clear?” Price glanced over his shoulder at Soap and Ghost.

“Sir I-” “I said, do I make myself clear sergeant?” Price couldn’t let his emotions take over, but losing a teammate because of someone else’s negligence.

“Yes sir.” Soap straightened up in his seat, ignoring the way he felt like a scorned child.

“Good, we’ll have a debrief once she’s out of surgery.” You wouldn’t be joining, but once he knew you would be alright Price could finally relax.

The doctor and nurses worked quickly to fix the broken bones littered across your body, extracting pieces of bone that had dug into the muscle of your thigh. It took them over five hours to fix you completely, relaying the news to Price. His shoulders relaxed ever so slightly, the worry that you wouldn’t pull through finally gone. Now it was all about making sure you healed properly.

Laswell called them to the debriefing, waiting until everyone was seated before beginning with getting every piece of information. Her expression didn’t give away any emotion of how she felt, it wasn’t the smartest thing to do, getting attached to the task force. She was a little upset with them though, being unaware of your surroundings could cost your life.

“Unfortunately, she’s going to have to be discharged..permanently.” Price slammed his hands down.

“Absolutely not! You are not sending her off after everything that’s happened.” How could they just throw you away so easily?!

“I’m sorry John, this is even outside of my own jurisdiction. She got injured during a mission and might not be able to walk properly for a few years.” Fuck, you were going to be devastated hearing this.

“If she’s gone, then so am I.” Price was risking a lot for you, but you’d saved his life countless times before.

Laswell sighed, running a hand over her face before heading off to contact god knows who and see if they could keep you as part of the task force. He hadn’t fought to get this team together for nothing, and he would do whatever he could to keep everyone together. Things would work out, they had to.

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You’d been struggling through physical therapy, learning to walk after having your right femur reconstructed was not easy. Price had found you the best physical therapist in all of England, determined to make sure you made a full recovery. It warmed your heart that he was so willing to help, to make sure that you were safe. He’d been by your side for months, helping you settle into your apartment and all but moving into the spare bedroom.

“Sweetheart, you’re doing amazing.” Price was standing at the opposite end of the walk way, ready to catch you in case you lost your balance.

“Fucking hurts.” You winced, arms shaking as you struggled to keep yourself upright.

Price hadn’t wanted to tell you, but Ghost and Soap had wanted to apologize, to sit down and have a discussion about everything. He wouldn’t push the subject if you disagreed, you deserved to be treated with respect first and foremost. It would be better to wait until you were back in the apartment where you could relax. Maybe he could give you one of his sweaters to wear, you always seemed to relax when wearing his clothes.

Your physical therapist was happy with your progress, saying that you were exceeding expectations and could possibly go down to three days a week instead of four. It made you feel a little bit better, knowing you were doing so well. You hadn’t been in the apartment for longer than two minutes before Price was wrapping one of his jackets around your shoulders. It was something he tended to do when he had bad news.

“Now you have every right to say no, but Johnny and Simon want to come by and talk.” John waited to see how you would react, knowing physical therapy had been a good day he felt optimistic.

“What’s there to even talk about? That they don’t see me as anything other than an annoyance? John, we're having a good day, I don’t want to ruin it.” Your eyes were pleading with him.

He wanted to argue that this conversation needed to happen or else things would only get worse for everyone. So, instead of listening to your pleas of “don’t you dare call them” John let them know to come over. He’d make it up to you later with a great dinner and some dessert. After all it was the very least he could do after subjecting you to their antics. Hopefully Johnny didn’t end up saying the wrong thing and pissing you off even more.

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No one had dared utter a word for nearly ten minutes once Johnny and Simon arrived. The taller of the two had forgone even his surgical mask, muttering how it felt wrong to hide. Johnny was twiddling his thumbs, waiting for someone to break the ice so that he could make amends. John had made you a cup of cocoa(extra marshmallows and whipped cream as always). Simon sighed to himself before straightening up in his seat on the couch.

“No amount of I’m sorries will ever be enough for what happened. We never truly realized how shitty our actions were because we’d gotten so used to routine that adding someone else didn’t feel natural. I’m not saying that as an excuse, you didn’t deserve what happened, and I fully blame myself for you getting taken and for all of this.” Simon gestured vaguely to where you were perched in what was apparently John’s favorite chair.

You glanced at Simon over the rim of your mug, sipping the warm liquid as you soaked in his words. Simon wanted to mention the dollop of whipped cream on the end of your nose, but John beat him to it. He reached over and gently turned your head to face him, wiping off the cream with his thumb. Your smile was radiant, eyes sparkling as you stared back at your captain.

Oh.

This was something entirely new, but it also explained why John had been so angry that you were going to be discharged originally. Somehow they’d convinced Laswell, and whoever else, that you were too much of an essential player to lose. You were in love, and here they were intruding on an otherwise very personal moment. John suddenly seemed to remember the other two were there, awkwardly clearing his throat before sitting back in his seat.

“It’s going to take a while before I can fully trust you guys again, I’ve been through a lot in my life but having my teammates basically throw me to the wolves? It fucking hurts.” Maybe it was time to finally come clean about your life and who you truly were.

You couldn’t stop the words from spilling out, telling them about your abusive home life growing up before finally making it out and finding a purpose in life. How on every break you would stay on base and make sure it looked like you’d left when they all came back home. You didn’t want their pity, you just needed them to finally understand why you were hurt by their actions.

John had carefully scooped you up and placed you into his lap when tears began to slide down your cheeks, comforting you the best way he could. Simon could understand your pain, having dealt with abuse from his own father growing up. It was a reminder that sometimes the strongest people were often hiding the darkest past. He’d done the same thing for years, refusing to open up and let anyone close.

“We really just wanted to apologize for treating you like shit, and wanting to make sure that you were doing better now.” Johnny could see that even being shot, tortured, and left for dead that you still had that shine to you.

“I know, I’m just going to need time to process everything, it hasn’t been easy.” You wanted to forgive them, but deep down the feeling that it would happen all over again ate at your mind.

“I understand lass.” Johnny nodded, he would gladly give you time to process and even see if you could forgive him.

John set you back into the chair so he could walk Johnny and Simon out, promising to keep in touch if anything changed. He wouldn’t disrespect your decision, and with the other two being on board he wasn’t going to argue. Now it was time to sit and think about what he could make for you to make up for everything.

“Hey, I just want to say thank you for everything you’ve been doing, it means a lot.” You pushed yourself off the chair slowly, stepping over to John who looked seconds away from panicking.

“You don’t need to thank me love, it’s my pleasure.” He kept his hands out, ready to help in case you needed it.

“You’re doing a lot more than you might think, so yes, I do need to thank you.” You rested your hands on his shoulders, slightly winded at how far you’d had to walk.

John’s hands slid to your waist, pulling your body closer to his. He wanted to lie and say it was only because he was afraid you’d stumble. How would you react to hearing about his true feelings? Knowing that he’d harbored a crush for frankly much too long than was appropriate to be honest. Your gaze landed on his face, lips parted as you watched the way his eyes dilated ever so slightly. John couldn’t stop himself before he was kissing you, lips pressed softly against yours. You would be a liar if you’d said you hadn’t dreamt of this before, hoping that John felt the same way towards you.

You were the first to pull away, face flushed and lungs desperate for air as you clung to the cotton shirt John wore. A small chuckle slipped through his lips, fingers digging into your hips as he pulled your bodies closer.

“I’ve wanted to do that for quite a while if I’m being honest.” Your heart was racing, had you really heard him correctly?

“So have I.” You rested your forehead against his chest, relishing in the warmth he exuded.

Neither of you made to move from the kitchen, simply wrapped in each other’s embrace. You couldn’t forgive Simon and Johnny for causing the damage they did. But maybe they helped push you into the right direction. tagging: @gaylemonshark

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batwritings · 1 year ago

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HI, last request I swear dhvdjdgdgvs SORRY

I really loved your group sex piece for Al and Rudy, and it gave me an idea for a 141 equivalent. They’ve been going through tough times with Hassan, and fem!reader decides to help out.

Gaz, Soap, Price, and Ghost all take turns on her, in various positions on a bed. At first, she takes it well, but by the very end when it’s Ghost’s turn? Things take a bit of a turn. Any of the other boys can hold her up and keep her grounded, while Ghost remorsefully slams into her overstimulated cunt. He tries to be gentle, but there’s no real winning, since he’s a little too big for her to handle after all of her previous orgasms :(( Eventually, they just keep her calm, while he finishes her up. With every careful slam from his hips, she gets more and more cock-drunk. They comfort her through her final orgasm of the night, which has her crying out in pure pleasure. After they’re done cleaning her up, they make sure to give her lots of love <33

-Hybrid

...Hybrid, good friend, pal, has anyone told you how fucking GORGEOUS your ideas are? Because they really fucking are. Enjoy!~

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You were by no means a soldier in comparison to your boys on 141. The most civilian of civilian who was there for each of them (or all of them) when they needed it. And by the look in your boys' eyes after this last mission? They really fucking needed it.

Now, normally you're pretty good at gauging just how hard your boys will go on you when they really need it. Safe to say, you severely underestimated just how much attention 141 needed from you. And you weren't anywhere near done.

Your legs were shaking, inner thighs raw from the beard burn. Your jaw was sore, nearly locking up from how much you had to keep it open, cum drying on the corner of your mouth where it hadn't been cleaned up in time. Words were simply not a thing anymore, and that was all just from Price, Gaz, and Soap alone.

It was Ghost's turn now, and you could see the burn in those chocolate brown eyes. A broken whimper leaves your throat, but it is met with a soft hush and kiss to your temple. "Simon's not gonna hurt you love," Price coos as he pets your sweaty head.

The man in question kisses up your inner thigh as proof, despite the fact that he's watching you like a hungry wolf. He licks a line up your ruined cunt, from your cum stuffed hole to your clit. Your head snaps back and you let out a scratchy moan.

"Go easy on her aye L.t?" Soap rumbles on your other side, taking your hand in his so your fingers are laced with his. "She's been such a good little thing for us. Always taking care of us when we've had a rough day." The Scotsman presses tender kisses to your knuckles and lightly rubs his scruffy face against the back of your hand to keep you grounded.

Ghost only hums in response, lining up his cock with your pussy. The man has gone fully primal, letting his urges think for him. A rare occurrence to be sure but usually one worthwhile.

You can feel your eyes crossing when the lieutenant slams his member inside, a mixed growl and moan of pleasure coming forth in response. His pace is brutal, the headboard of the bed loudly knocking the wall behind you with his roughness. His blunt nails scrape your hips as he pulls you onto his cock over and over.

You're whimpering and moaning, tears pricking at your eyes as you bounce back and forth between overstimulated and bathing in pleasure. "Doing so well sweetheart," Gaz pipes up, having left the room to retrieve damp wash clothes and water. "You're taking him so well."

You whimper appreciatively as the pleasure overtakes the overstim. It was getting harder and harder to notice, but you faintly feel the familiar bubble of pleasure in the pit of your stomach. "S-S-Si-imon...!" You whine loudly, reaching your free hand out to cover his.

"Fuck--" Ghost groans, head thrown back, lost in the throes of pleasure. You can hear the mumbled praise for him as your orgasm overtakes you, your poor worn out cunt weakly milking the man's cock for all it was worth. You can't even flinch away at the spike of pain when Simon exacerbates the already heavy bruising on your hips.

As he comes down, the Brit moves his hands off your hips, one holding him up as he leans over you while the other, rubs your soft stomach where his cock is slightly outlined. You shiver a little, earning kisses on either side of your face from Gaz and Soap.

"You did so well lass, absolutely beautiful," purrs the Scotsman, hand caressing your face gently.

"Our perfect Y/N," Price rumbles, already lighting a post-sex cigar that he knew you liked the smell of. "Always taking such good care of her boys hmm?" You offer him a weak smile as Gaz gets to work, gently clearing the sweat and cum from your skin.

Soap peels himself away from you as Ghost slowly pulls out. You let out a shuddered moan as you feel the cum nearly gush from your pussy. He puts the gentlest kiss you think you've ever felt against your knee as you hear the bath start in the other room.

"Thank you for your attention doll. Now let's get you cleaned up."

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diejager · 8 months ago

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Saw your requests are open.😊😊

Can you please do some fluff for my boys Alejandro and Rudy (I just need some fluff right now). They can be together or separate,(don't matter to me).

Please and thank you. 🙇🏼‍♀️🙇🏼‍♀️

Cw: fluff, tell me if I missed any.

The house was loud and lively, bustling and full of life despite being the only one home, but you weren’t truly alone. You never were. You had a chatty parrot, a pretty thing with blue and green plumage that loved to sing and purr around the house. She hopped and jumped from one perch to the next, occasionally returning to her nest or resting on your shoulder. And you had a ball of sunshine running around, barking and huffing with flappy ears and golden fur that glowed under sunlight. Lola and Milo were your sweet companions when you were home alone.

They were bright, Milo keeping watch over you while Lola flew and helped you pick things from spoons to pots. She was your little helper and him, your protector, but they never got in your way. Especially when you were busy, mixing and stirring, preparing a meal for a family under the warmth of the setting sun, it’s golden ray lighting you up in an ethereal hue. It made your house feel so welcoming.

“Lola, spoons on the table, please!” You called out to the blue-headed parrot, sliding the drawer open for her and returning to the steaming pot.

“Spoon! Spoon!”

“Thank you, Lola.”

You let her set the table, spoons and forks beside the plates and bowls you’d placed while you finished up the broth. You wanted it done by the time they were home, a warm, homemade meal after a tiring day at work was the best welcome. You had everything done and ready, desert cooling in the fridge, cups cleaned and dried for drinks, bread still warm and a salad fresh and crispy. All that was missing was supper and your hardworking lovers.

You often found yourself staring at the hanging picture around the house, eyes straying to stare at Rudy’s gentle grin and Ale’s smug smirk. Although you saw them every week, the simple thought of them made you melancholic. You called, you texted and you spoke, but you still missed them. It was always a busy night when they came home after a long week at base. Gone were the bland meals. Gone were the stressful and restless nights alone. Gone were the posturing and expectation of a leader.

At home, Alejandro and Rudolfo were lovers, men whose hearts were given to each other as they gave it to you. There weren’t any expectation at home, only a warm welcome and loving kiss. Last week’s kisses still lingered in your mind, the soft pressure of their smooth lips pressing on yours, the taste of moss and lavender. The same fragrance that filled your home, a mix of cinnamon and moss, lavender and ocean, and your rosemary and lilac. It made home feel like home.

You thought so fondly of them as you stirred the last of the meat in the broth when you heard a car drive into the driveway, the rumbling of the engine cutting off and doors closing. Milo scrambled to the door, panting and tail excitedly wagging, and Lola flew off your shoulder with a happy “Home! Home!”. You turned off the stove, hands patting down your apron, smiling brightly on your way out the kitchen.

“Corazõn,” Rudy pressed himself against you, his arms wrapped around your waist, “I missed you.”

He kissed you softly, murmuring sweet words. You ran your fingers through his hair, sliding to caress his jaw and down to his nape to hold him firmly. You were unwilling to part ways with him just yet, kissing until you were both breathless, pulling away with gasps and pants. You both grinned dopily, drunk off each others.

“Where’s my kiss, Amor?” Alejandro mumbled against your shoulder, kissing it up until you turned your head and met his lips, arching your back to him.

He had both of you in his embrace, tugging you both into him in a steady cradle. You parted and he leaned over you to share the taste of your lips with Rudy, both groaning with you pressed between them. You missed this, you really missed being between them, spooned on both sides while they shared their love.

“I have supper ready, ” you sighed blissfully, hands grabbing their wrists.

You pulled them down the hall and into the kitchen, where a meal awaited you three —a love-filled and happy moment under the setting sun.

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buttdumplin · 9 months ago

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One week post hysterectomy and you're ready to pull out your hair and theirs. Ale and Rudy can help.

cw: poly!141 x transmasc latine!reader, established relationship, mexican slang, spanish-speaking reader word count: 1620

You don’t often have to remind yourself how much you love your partners, how you cherish them, because it comes so naturally. But with the hovering and the near constant check-ins and the way they won’t let you even walk on your own, you have to recite a mantra about it so you don’t pull out your own hair.

“Yall realize that 6-8 weeks of recovery does not mean 6-8 weeks of being bed bound, right?”

John is almost too quick to answer, “Hasn’t even been a full week yet. You need to take it slow.”

“None of you ever take it this slow when you’re injured.”

“None of us have to deal with that major of a surgery usually.”

There’s plenty of pillows around you, you can chuck one at his head without it affecting your posture. You spend a second looking for the right one to throw, but the pillows John bought you are slightly bigger than what you can currently lift. Motherfucker has the gall to grin at you, proud of himself.

Needing to at least exit the room, you wiggle around in the nest of pillows as much as you can without hurting yourself. A too hard lunge makes you gasp and Simon appears at your side, reaching in with strong arms to pull you free from the tender trap. You sit him down once you’re on your feet, motioning for him to stay there. You can make the walk to the bathroom. You should make the walk to the bathroom. You need to make the walk to the bathroom.

“Remember not to strain yourself,” he calls from the bed, edge in his voice making it clear that he’s only barely able to stay where you left him.

Any other time, any other one of them, you’d be turning and mocking them with an “okay mom.” In fact, you still want to with all the careful tiptoeing, but when you turn and find those big brown eyes full of soft concern, the anger dissipates. Simon is in uncharted waters, feeling helpless and clinging to what he can do for you. His hands clutch the bedding under him, knuckles turned white.

You answer him softly, “I will Moncho, thank you.”

As silent as he is, you know he’s standing outside the door the moment you close it, waiting for your call should you need him. It’s usually not a problem, but having to swear to no locked doors for the foreseeable future makes you move carefully in the bathroom. The last thing you need right now is to grunt a little too loudly and scare Simon.

“You know you don’t all have to stay housebound, right?” you try to keep your tone friendly as you open the door. “Yall can take turns stepping out for groceries or snacks.”

“Everything delivers now, love,” Kyle sounds a little too smiley for your liking right now.

“I just don’t want yall to get bored, cooped up.”

Johnny’s laughter drifts in from the kitchen, “Please, we’d stay home every day if we could. Delighted we can now.”

There has to be fucking something. They’re sweet, they’re lovely. The surgery and recovery would be impossible without them. But there has the be some fucking way to not have all eyes on you every minute of every day. You ease back into the plush nest made for you, trying to drum something up. Thankfully, the sound of the doorbell saves you from spiraling deeper into your frustration.

“Damn, yall really did order everything for delivery.”

Johnny sprints for the door, excitement in his eyes, “This might be one of the things we ordered for you specifically.”

Swear to god, if they ordered more of those impossible compression socks, they’re never gonna hear the end of it. At least it’s been a good day. You’ve got clean sheets and bedding, you showered with little to no pain (Simon insisted on joining you to help), and the incision sites are healing well. The bladder pain you could do without, though.

“Special delivery,” a new voice sings. Two?

“Ale! Fito!” you surge forward to stand, but too many men shouting in protest sits you back down. “What are yall doing here?”

They make their way through the pillows to greet you properly, facial hair rasping against your cheek. Thank fuck for that shower earlier. Can’t be too mad about this being orchestrated now.

Ale smiles bright, plopping down next to you, “Un pajarito medio nalgón-”

“Cuatro,” Rudy interrupts, taking a seat much more gently, “Cuatro pajaritos bastante nalgones.”

“Simón, Simón. Cuatro nos pidieron un favor.”

“We did say ‘special delivery’.”

They each place a white box in front of you. No labels or tape, just folded closed gently. The folded pieces bloom open in their hands, revealing a giant ziploc bag full of lots of little somethings in each. You can make out little star and flower shapes, all coated in a clumping white powder.

“Are these my tía’s cookies?”

Ale sucks his teeth, wrapping an arm around you, “Clarín cornetas, mi niño.”

“Which of you did she flirt with?”

“Both,” Rudy chuckles, “We got that bordertown charm.”

It’s then that you remember your tía’s bordertown and their bordertown are on opposite sides of Texas. Not only did they have to deal with her shameless flirting for who knows how long, sweet fools must have gone so far out of their way to get these. And the sheer care they must have put into the transportation. These cookies are frail and yet so few of them are broken. They even accounted for the lard used in them, little ice packs peek out from underneath the large ziploc bags. Tears blur your vision, their voices going out of focus as they give you updates on your family.

“There is one condition though,” Rudy hands you a tissue. “One bag is for you, and the other is for them to share.”

Johnny comes running in from the kitchen again, “Wait, just one for all four of us?”

“That’s what Tití said.”

“Fuck, I really thought she liked us,” Johnny stands completely still for a minute, clearly reviewing the interactions they’ve had with your tía in his mind, cookies forgotten.

Kyle takes their bag, diving into it immediately and coating his chin in the powdered sugar falling from the cookie. It doesn’t take long for the other 3 to converge around the bag after that. They’ve only had these cookies once before, at your youngest cousin’s quince, which was full of too many “so exactly how are you related?” questions. Your tía says she saves them for special occasions, but you know that the labor that goes into making them is too much for the cookies to be in regular rotation. Either way, they’re a true gift. Your cousins must have helped her this time, the start and flower shapes are just off enough to not fit into your tía’s perfectionism. It won’t take a whole lot of convincing to get Simon to use his fancy calligraphy to write them a thank-you note.

“We were also promised grilled goods upon arrival?” Ale speaks loudly over the cookie commotion.

John perks up at that, faint surprise on his face.

Kyle makes an excited noise around a mouthful of cookie, speaking from the corner of his mouth, “Right, and we’ve got everything set for the chef.” He wrangles John towards the backyard.

Simon looks worried as Johnny approaches him, clearly meaning to take him to the backyard as well. He’s been firmly by your side since they brought you home from the hospital. He looks over at you, tracing your figure slowly, double-checking every inch of you. Taking a deep breath, he stiffens.

“We’ll look after your boy,” Rudy says softly.

“Aquí te espero, amor.”

He nods, your words enough to ease him through the door.

With all the prep before the surgery, a couple of really intense weeks where you all worked to prime the house for recovery, this is the first chance you’ve gotten to exist without them being in the same room. And it’s so fucking nice. You couldn’t ask for better partners, but it’s almost relieving to not have to worry about accidentally setting one of them off and launching them into motherhenning. Rudy and Ale have clearly been given the task of looking after you, but even just having new faces to talk to is refreshing.

“Which one of them set this up?” you ask them.

“It was less a request and more a suggestion from us,” Rudy says.

“Bien los conocemos,” Ale adds. “Te quejas, pero bien chiple que te tienen.”

You grin, not even trying to deny it.

It’s muted, but the sounds of the boys chatting drifts into the room. Some back and forth about marinating and time, some laughing about sneaking around. You can’t quite see them from your window, but it’s reassuring to know that this time is helping them relax as well.

Ale and Rudy tell you more about their trip to visit your tía, passing along the greetings and well wishes your family sent you. It’s an easy rhythm: one talks, the other corrects, and you get to giggle as you listen. Then you swap: you talk, Ale listens, Rudy shushes him. It’s soothing in a way that reminds you so much of home, the ruckus everywhere and laughter echoing. When the tension in your shoulders has finally slipped away, Ale turns to you, curious and serious.

“So about this recovery period,” he says.

“And a grueling schedule before the surgery?” mischief lights Rudy’s eyes.

You groan, their cackling drowning out the sound of you swatting at their chests.

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callofdudes · 2 years ago

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Once again gracing the feed, cause the people deserve it so so much. Being best friends with Alejandro and Rudy headcanon please !!!

Thank you for gracing us with your presence @itsscromp 😌 always a pleasure to have you.

Being best friends with Alejandro & Rudy

Alejandro is generally a very touchy person. And if not touchy then very verbally aggressive in his affection. You are no exception to this. He's always right there, loud and proud of you. Encouraging you.

Rodolfo is much quieter. He keeps his hands to himself and gives you reassuring nods or occasional encouragement.

The two are like day and night and it was hard to get used to both of them each. But they complimented each other nicely.

Starting with Rudy, at first his mute expressions set you off a little. You were unnerved slightly as first by his silent, watching eyes. Always on you, always watching and yet you were unable to read him. You admit you might have been a tad scared of him at first.

Until he started to speak, loosening up around Alejandro when you were all together and it finally gave you the opportunity to crack into him and understand him some more.

Slowly Rudy became a little more expressive around you. His training always kicks in and sometimes he forgets to smile, or it's strained when he tries. But you know he means well and slowly that smile loosens and feels natural around you.

You make him smile.

Whenever going on beach outings Alejandro would much rather stay on the beach by the food and drinks. While Rodolfo is always in the water. He loves to surf and when you wanted to learn he immediately perked up in a way you hadn't seen before.

He is skilled on his board, and the first time you heard him really laugh was after attempting a trick and falling like a ragdoll into the wave.

Despite the laughter he was still very concerned for you but still.

You loved to play videogames with Rudy. Even if he had way more experience with videogames, and he'd been playing them longer. It was always fun.

And they both could make the most amazing food. Rudy always has a music playlist he puts on when him and Alejandro are cooking. Often Alejandro trying to push Rudy out of the way and get you out of the kitchen so he can cook for you two.

"Y/n- get out of my kitchen, estoy tratando de hacer que la comida, Te voy a dar una bofetada con esta espátula si no salir!" I'm trying to make you food, I'll slap you with this spatula if you don't get out! (Apologies if the translation is wrong.)

"Ok ok, I'm sorry oh mighty cooking one." You back out of the kitchen, chuckling. You know he doesn't mean any harm, he's just passionate.

"Rudy! Smash bros, with me while cooking king is doing his thing."

Rudy chuckles, leaving his speaker in the kitchen. "Fine, but don't expect to win."

"I will too win!!"

"No you won't."

"Yes... yes I will!"

"Not a chance."

"Rudy stop that!"

He chuckles and sits down, taking his controller.

He did in fact beat you. No surprise though.

Ale loves to cook for you both. He loved to cook for everyone but other than affection and words of affirmation, food is his love language. He absolutely loves showering you in delicious pounds of food. Making sure You're well fed every single time.

Both of them get pretty touch starved. Along with being proactive, they too are in the group of soldiers who happen to get carried away in their work far too often.

It has happened a few times where you've had to drag them away from their desks or get them out of the sun and make them take a break. Or they'll get so exhausted on their own they'll drag themselves to come find you.

Whenever Rudy gets to the point of needing emergency cuddles you better be prepared to never move from that spot again.

Rudy slipped into your office, noticing you were particularly busy. He could work around that. Instead of trying to grab your attention he pushed the chair back slightly. Getting down on his knees and leaning forward to wrap his arms around your waist, forehead on your knees. He closes his eyes, relaxing.

You smile softly, noticing his attempt to not disturb you. You run your hand over his scalp and through his hair. "Hey Rudy."

He hums in reply, not moving.

"I'm almost done and then we can go somewhere more comfy ok?"

Rudy hums again, nodding a little.

Ale in the same sense. But he's at least cuddly in a way that if you need to get up for the bathroom or vice versa then he will let you go. Rudy won't. So better be prepared.

They both care for you and incredible amount as well. Ale was always joyful around you but when you get hurt or kidnapped or anything he's afraid. Confidence going down and nerves working up as he scrambles to do everything he can. He manages to keep it together with Rudy until they get in and find you.

Rescuing you they finally can hug you tightly and hug you in absolute relief.

Rudy unlocked the door, opening it and rushing in, Ale following. Their eyes immediately locked onto your body at the back of the room tied to a chair.

"Querido Señor gracias - y/n!! ¡Estás bien!" Dear Lord thank you- y/n!! You are ok!

Alejandro rushes up to you, kneeling down. He tilted your head, cursing when he saw your wounds. Rudy came over and cut the ropes, gently bringing your arms down.

"There, just relax, we've got you."

"Rudy... Al..." you whispered, looking at them with droopy eyes, filling with relief.

"We're here y/n, we came as soon as we got word. We're getting you home ok?"

They are incredibly respectful when if you introduce them to your family. They trust you and invite you into their family that they invite you down to celebrate holidays with them like Day of the Dead and Christmas. Really any holiday, or special occasion they make sure you get an invitation, whether you can go or not.

"So... you set these up for loved ones??" Al nodded, showing you the ofrenda that they had made for you. "And for you, for anyone you know."

You reach in your jacket and pull out the photo you keep there over your heart, smiling seeing it. Walking over and putting the photo up. "I miss you..." you whisper, seeing the photo surrounded by the flowers and gently flickering candles.

Rudy and Al also having their photos set up of family and fallen close friends.

You were glad you were invited to join in this special celebration with them. It made you feel special and a part of them family in a new way.

Alejandro is very open about his background. Telling you how he grew up, about his family, crazy and funny stories growing up working hard in the military. He always gets a laugh out of you.

Rudy is a little more hush hush about it. While Alejandro doesn't tell you things about Rudy he knows Rudy wouldn't appreciate, it just makes him more of a mystery.

Alejandro teaches you self defense and loves to spar with you all the time. Intense training, casual, he loves it all.

Rudy teaches you how to use a giant police taser.

Rudy has many taser, all shapes and sizes, he teaches you to use them all.

"Are you sure this will actually work on the field??"

Rudy nods. "Of course it will. Just turn it on and-" The taser crackles as he jabs it. "Get them where it hurts. Stomach or below really does the trick."

"Rodolfo!" Alejandro chides him from across the room. Rudy just nods to you. "He knows I'm right."

It's a chaotic, loving relationship you have with them. They do everything to make you smile, happy, comfortable, and they are amazing role models of respect. (most of the time 🤭)

Let's be honest they were the rowdy ones when they were in the military in the younger years and nothing has changed. They aren't called Los Vaqueros for nothing y'know.

So they do become incredibly rowdy. Smart men but you are a little stunned when they are put in a room together they go dumb. They do some wild shit together and often end up dragging you into their antics.

Yes, yes Rudy plays pranks and no one is safe. But instead of pranks he calls them solutions. He rigged air horns in the barracks when the recruits felt like getting up slightly later so 5:30 on the dot they go off in every room. He always can hear it from far away and it's a joy.

He did it to you once. You were pissed at him but this time he managed a smile, playing it off like nothing and inviting you on his morning run around base before it started to really warm up.

Hiking buddies.

Like you can hike with all of them but these guys are the hiking guys. They both have a very good grasp on the nature around them, Alejandro knowing more about the wildlife when Rudy is way into all the plants, fungi, and what not.

Not only is it a beautiful hike in nature but it's also pretty nice to learn some stuff along the way.

Both of them tell dad jokes. It's a rule, they just do. Rudy started doing it a lot more when he realized Ghost also has dad jokes for you and then Al picked up on it and now you're aren't safe from anyone.

Dad jokes everywhere. Rudy's are a little more morbid and along Ghost's lines but Al just had really shitty ones that make you smile.

And there is probably so so so much more that I'm missing right now but I hope this suffices for now. Go out into the world and take a Vaquero with you.

🫱🏻🤠🤠

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laswells-ashtray · 2 months ago

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Since you did the 141, how about Kate, Ale and Rudy dealing with trauma? I love all your ideas. <3

Rudy likes some quite time and a drink to himself. For all he likes other people smoking, there are just some days when someone nearby with a fag in hand is far too reminiscent of lying ion the floor fo a random house as fire crackled around him and he pondered whether ornnot it had all been worth it.

He likes to drink, preferably outside where the scorching flames can't swallow him whole and just sit in silence as he works his way through a glass of the strongest thing they have on hand.

Alejandro has to keep busy. He has to be up on his feet, doing hard work that will leave him sweat soaked and exhausted by the end of the day. He seeks distraction and he isn't done working until his shoulders ache and his legs are struggling under his weight.

Kate likes to lounge about her house quiety, the only company she'll accept is a cat or two. She likes listening to her wife in another room, hearing her walk around the house as she does whatever it is she's doing and Kate can just use it as background noise. She needs to be in her own space, comfortable and at home. Because there were hours of her life where she doubted she'd ever return home and she refuses to forget a single detail of the life that she and her wife have created around them.

#kate laswell #rodolfo rudy parra #alejandro vargas

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cod-indulgences · 4 months ago

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Can you make one similar to the one you just posted but with los vaceros

Los Vaqueros x female!reader, free use, public sex, public humiliation, oral, fingering, deep throating, vaginal sex, clit abuse, overstimulation

Ale and Rudy aren't the type of men to deny themselves pleasures when available- why would they? You have to take what you can get in the world and hold onto it.

So when Alejandro drags you up against him, sucking marks into your neck as he gropes your tits, he's not going to stop unless he's forced to- so you're bent over, shirt shoved up and panties ripped off, braced against the wall while he works his cock into you, who cares if someone sees, hears your moans and half-hearted protests? Let them, they'll just be jealous Ale gets to enjoy such a wet little pussy, gets to fill you and leave his come leaking out of you as he gets back to work, burdens lifted momentarily.

Rudy likes to find you after, play with you where you're still wet, getting you to whine and suck on his tongue when he kisses you, fingering you until your knees go weak. He makes you beg for it too- whispering little praises into your ears, about how good you feel on his fingers, how tight even after Ale's big cock stretched you out, wouldn't this hungry little pussy like to come? Go ahead, darling, ask me. Say, Rudy make me come, give it to me, tell me you need it. Right here where anyone can see you dripping down my wrist.

You do beg, of course, naked and quivering and pleading, and Rudy gives it to you with three fingers shoved in your cunt and his thumb rubbing your clit, and you thank him with big wet eyes and drooling tongue. The floor is cold on your knees when you slide down his body and let him get his cock into your mouth, fucking your face so harshly tears roll down your cheeks and you choke, grabbing at his thighs. You get half-breaths of air, precome and spit frothing out around where Rudy's cock is using you, and he holds you mercilessly down when he comes into your throat, your face smashed into his groin, the heat between your legs still throbbing more than your aching lungs.

He takes you with him when he's done, kissing the taste of himself from your mouth, and pulls you down the hall after him by your nipple. You stagger after him, come-drunk and sloppy, your shirt discarded and panties long gone. In the elevator Rudy makes you kneel again, this time with your face to the floor, thighs spread to reveal the creamy mess of your pussy to anyone waiting to get on.

Each ding of the elevator doors opening makes you squirm, feeling eyes on you each time. No one else comes in but they see how you moan, the way you're already leaking again, and when you reach the last floor and the door opens on Alejandro waiting you can't stop the clench in your pussy. You crawl to his office with slick leaving little drops along the floor.

Inside Alejandro lifts you up, kisses the corner of your mouth, and together with Rudy begin to torture your nipples and tits, smacking with open hands until your flesh is swollen and pink, pinching your nipples until you wail and thrash to get away. Your clit throbs and your pussy leaks slick, hips twisting as you try to escape the pain in your breasts but get some friction on your cunt.

You regret that desperation when Rudy gets to his own knees, your thigh slung over his shoulder, and sucks your clit into his mouth as Ale bites down on your breast, groping the other so tightly it feels like it'll bruise. You shriek but you're trapped in their arms, held in place as Rudy sets a hard, slow pace, his tongue flat against your clit as he sucks, as relentless as a machine. Your hole clenches as the rest of your pussy is ignored, only your clit under that hot mouth and tongue, swelling up until you're sobbing and begging, but it won't help you- you know better than that, this is what we want so this is what you get. Don't act like you're in control here.

Ale lays you down flat on his desk, Rudy still attached to your clit, forcing your thighs open and down. Ale's hands pin your arms and when your head hangs off the edge of the desk he rubs his cock over your face, precome leaving wet trails through the tacky mess of come and spit from before. Rudy bites down and when you open your mouth to scream Ale shoves in, going right to the back of your throat in a single smooth motion, fucking you in the same rhythm as Rudy's sucks.

The rest of the world vanishes. You are balanced between the heavy leaking cock in your throat, balls bumping your nose, spilling drool and tears and precome down your face; and the hot wet sucking on your clit, so swollen you can feel Rudy's tongue stroking it, like a tiny cock of your own. Orgasms roll over you in waves, your body limp as Ale gropes and plays with your breasts as he fucks your throat. When Rudy at last breaks away with a staggered gasp, the rush of cool air on your poor clit is so sharp you tip over the edge again. There's a puddle under your thighs and ass, and when Rudy slides his cock into you you're almost too slippery, his hips smacking into you with loud wet squelches. You drift under them, your body a plaything for the two most important men in your life, letting them fill your cunt and throat with more of their come. By morning you'll be begging for it again- and even if you aren't you'll get it anyway.

#cod #call of duty #los vaqueros #los vaqueros x reader #alejandro vargas #rodolfo parra #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #ale x rudy x reader #ale x reader #rudy x reader #cod mw2 #cod smut #asks #an indulgence

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nerdygirlramblings · 1 month ago

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Another day, another ancient gods drabble, but there is now a plan! This will probably be another two or three installments before we finish, so stay tuned.

Jon and the others stay another two days. They find you each morning at their shrines with an Elder in tow. To your knowledge Elder Stigr has not interacted with them since Si's veiled threat. He hasn't forgotten you saw it either, his eyes burning from across the village. Before, you would have been worried to incur the wrath of an Elder, but your position as seer, and the esteem Jon and the others have for you, gives you a sense of protection.

Whenever the men find you, they are able to make some kind of excuse to their Elder chaperone to spend time alone with you. Gaz is masterful at making suggestions that the Elder latches onto as their own amazing idea, needing to hurry off to accomplish it immediately. You are equally impressed and frightened at how easy he makes it look. "Sometimes men who want to be powerful simply need a reminder of their own greatness, and they'll take any idea you provide to be able to claim its glory as their own," he says, watching Elder Hrafn wind his way towards the main building. There's a predatory glint in Gaz's eye, and you bite your tongue before you can ask if his statement also applies to him and the others.

They know they will not have the whole day with you. Though you are a grown woman, your family has passed, and without a husband, it is improper to be in the company of men alone for too long. As seer, some of the impropriety can be forgiven, but after lunch, if the men desire more of your company, it will have to be in the presence of others. So they tell you what you need to do to start raising the gods they spoke of.

Jon tells you to start with Fra. That her altar should be built of wood tempered but not burned by fire, something stronger for its being scorched. Your first prayer to her should be for protection, with an offering of bread. Next, Si says Las and Wel should be called upon. They do not receive two altars but one interwoven of two types of wood. When you hesitate, Tav says he will show you where to find the wood you need when the time comes. Las and Wel are the first gods whose altar should be covered in a cloth made from a baby's swaddle and an old woman's tunic. The covering is the offering over which you are told to thank them for the healthy and vitality of the community. Lex follows. His altar, like Gaz's, is a simple table adorned with a blank book. As a messenger, Lex serves as a go between of the people and the gods. He is truly the seer's deity, though Tav scoffs when Jon says this, reminds the man they are your gods. Finally is the other paired deities - Ale and Rudi. Like Las and Wel, they too have a single shared altar made from parts of old carts and animal bridles. The first offering to them requires travel, for it needs to be stones collected on the journey back to your village. Over the stones, you are to thank Ale and Rudi for safe passage home.

Tav and Gaz help you devise a timeline: new shrines after each full moon. Jon promises, again, the gods will bless your people as you awaken them.

At the feast on the third night, before the men depart, they toast a thanks to your village's hospitality. "I believe these other villages will look to you to guide a new covenant between you and your gods," Jon says, looking at the village Elders, before quickly cutting his gaze to you. "Your seer has lit a path to follow, and these others will need help finding their way as you have done." It's a not-so-subtle reminder that your work is what brought the favor of the gods to this village. "May you continue to flourish," he continues, "and perhaps we will be lucky enough to find ourselves in your company once more."

Though you are looking at Jon and he at the Elders, you feel three sets of eyes on you and know this will not be the last time you see your gods in human form.

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#cod #poly!141 #poly!141 x reader #tf 141 #tf 141 x reader #johnny mactavish #simon riley #kyle garrick #john price #ancient gods au #my works ye mighty #nerdygirl says

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lxstfathier · 1 year ago

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Cachorrita

Pt.5

Here you go, another thot for the cachorrita series, inspired on this ask that i received the other day, now including our beloved 141 boys! Hope you like it!! 💗

Warnings: spanking, pussy inspection, ale is kinda mean in this one lmao.

It’s 3 a.m. you really didn’t think that someone else, besides you and Johnny, would be awake. But when you sneak out of his place, cautiously trying to get to your own room, you’re caught by Alejandro and Rodolfo at the end of the hallway.

“Qué chingados estabas haciendo?” (what the fuck were you doing) Alejandro asks immediately, finding it strange to see you roam around the base at such a late hour.

You don’t know what to say. They’re not stupid, they won’t believe you if you tell them a lie, especially when you’re so close to the dorms where the 141 are staying for a few days. But that doesn’t mean you won’t try to get away with it.

“Uh- nothing, i just went to the bathroom” it’s all you manage to spit out, nervously playing with your hands.

But of course, they notice your nervousness, and that obvious look on your face that they know quite well. Those big guilty eyes that you do when you’ve been caught doing something bad.

“The bathroom is away from here” Rodolfo says, quickly catching on your lie just as you’d feared.

That’s all they need to know exactly what were you doing there, and they’re not happy about it. Their puppy? whoring herself out to the new men in base? hell no, you’re property of los vaqueros, not the 141, so they gotta remind you who do you belong to.

Alejandro grabs you by the collar, yanking it with enough force to make you gasp, and then drags you inside your room to throw you face down on the bed.

Lifting your ass up, he pulls down your shorts and uses his knee to push your legs apart, revealing what he was looking for.

“Look at this Rudy” Alejandro growls, spreading your swollen pussy with his fingers, just to see the thick cum still dripping out of your little hole. “Está llena de leche” (she’s full of cum).

“Who did that?” Rudy asks you.

“Johnny” you tell the truth this time, suppressing your moans when Alejandro rubs some circles on your sensitive clit.

“You didn’t have permission to fuck him”.

Without a warning, Alejandro takes his hand away from between your legs and lands a rough slap to your ass, so hard that your eyes fill with tears and a whine scapes from your lips.

He does it again, and again, until your soft skin turns red. But you don’t protest, you just accept your punishment like the good puppy that you are.

“Eso es suficiente Ale” (that’s enough) Rudy intervenes, making the colonel stop. “Besides, i think that maybe we can let our cachorrita have some fun with them, it may help the guys to get rid of some stress and boost their focus on the next mission”.

Alejandro thinks about it for a few seconds. Rudy has always been that voice of logic for him, not for nothing he’s the sergeant major, so he agrees with the idea.

Nothing bad can happen if they share you with the 141 for a while, right?. After all, pleasing men is what you enjoy the most.

“Bien” (fine) Alejandro lets go of his harsh grip on your collar, and pulls up your shorts, allowing you to lay down on the bed. “Now cachorrita… you’ll take a nap and then, before everyone wakes up, you’ll go to the captain’s room. It’s an order. Entendido?”.

“Si” you nod, smiling as you get under the blankets.

“Good girl.”

He pets your head, running his fingers thru your soft hair. Maybe not so mad at you like you had thought a few minutes ago. His touch more gentle and soft. Oh… if only you knew how much he hates to punish you.

After that, they both tell you to rest, and then go out of your room together, turning off the lights to let you sleep for a little bit.

But you can’t fall asleep at all, you just hug one of your stuffed animals while thinking about your next affair. Johnny was so sweet with you, he even praised you for being such an obedient pup! and you’re dying to know if captain Price will do the same!!

#cod smut #call of duty fanfic #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #alejandro vargas smut #johnny mactavish smut #141 x reader

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spicyspiders · 2 years ago

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Hello good sir, can I request 141 + Alejandro and König where the reader celebrates a certain amount of hears of sobriety from drugs?

Like the reader used to abuse substance because of something traumatic like a death of a loved one or smth like that and now they're celebrating getting out of that situation?

I'm currently 1 year sober from drugs and I'm just rlly happy :)

Love your posts btw ❤❤

Congratulations on your sobriety!

It’s been a while since you’ve felt like you have control over your body. You no longer dig for the bottle. The want is still there, but that’s all it is– a want, when at the beginning it felt like a need. Overall, it’s been a year. A long year, but a year.

It’s been almost a year and a half since your friend died. The aftermath felt like darkness that you couldn’t find your way out of. Certain days can be harder than others, but you still haven’t reached for a bottle in a year.

You went out and bought yourself something small after you left your house. You weren’t sure what you wanted to buy even after you arrived at the store. You made the decision when your eyes landed on the sweet treat.

You knew of people that had parties to commemorate the accomplishment, but you were happy to pick up the individual cupcake to celebrate. The cupcake was small, all wrapped up in plastic and shining under the fluorescent light. Everything used to feel so heavy when you stopped drinking, even the smallest things like getting out of bed, but now, it all feels so small.

You probably looked crazy walking up to the self-checkout holding a cupcake and smiling, but you felt happy. You thanked an employee on your way out the door, still smiling.

“Have a good day,” they responded, sending a small smile of courtesy your way.

“You too.” You walked out of the store and started the walk home. The small walk home.

Your home wasn’t the way you left it when you got home. It was full of other bodies, talking and laughing, making their presence known from the moment you stepped in.

“How’d you get in my house?” You asked the group when you walked to where they were in the living room, all of them sprawled out and comfortable.

“We have a copy,” Soap responded nonchalantly.

“We?”

Price walked over to where you stood in the entryway and clapped you on the shoulder in greeting, “just him,” Price clarified.

“Ah,” you weren’t sure if that was any better.

“What’re you doing here?”

“We know how important today is,” Price said. With his arm around your shoulder, he pulled you to the couch. When you were settled down, your body in between his and Simon’s, he squeezed your shoulder. “It’s been a year?” He asked.

“Just about,” you responded softly, smiling down at the cupcake you still help, clutching it protectively to your chest.

“We’re proud of you, you know that?” Your friend would be too,” you could hear the smile in Price’s voice.

“Thank you. I’m proud of myself, too,” you were getting choked up, but still had the smile on your face.

König and Gaz sat on your loveseat, their bodies squeezed together to try and fit in the small space. Soap sat near their legs, digging around in his pocket, both of the men on the couch watching him with furrowed brows.

You swallowed the lump in your throat, suddenly feeling confusion instead of sadness, “is that my key?” You asked when Soap tossed the item on your coffee table. It nearly flew off, but landed just on the edge.

“It’s the one I used to make my copy.”

“How many did you make?”

“Me, Simon, Price, Gaz, Rudy, Ale-” Soap listed off on his fingers, getting cut off by Gaz throwing a pillow in his face.

“Do not forget about me,” König said, ignoring the glare Gaz sent his way.

“He’s the only one that has one,” Ghost said.

“Has one what?” Rudy asked, who had just walked in with Alejandro.

“Nothing!” Soap said to the two of them then threw the pillow back at Gaz.

“You have a key too?” You asked them both.

“Of course we do,” they both said, coming in to settle down into the space like all the others were.

You met them all days into your sobriety when you thought it would be better to be out of your house, away from the bottles you knew you still had to throw away. Soap had run into you, the group of men playing a game in the park you decided to take a walk in. It left you with a scar on your knee, which now had the cupcake resting on top of it.

“Did you all just break into my house to watch television?” You asked after everything had quieted down.

“Soap did, but we didn’t,” Price responded, and laughed softly at the noise Soap squawked out in protest.

#x male reader #141 x reader #task force 141 x reader #ghost x male reader #simon riley x male reader #soap x male reader #gaz x male reader #john price x male reader #johnny mactavish x male reader #task force 141 x male reader

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multi-fxndom446 · 1 year ago

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You came? You called. Pt2

Scenario: Alejandro Vargas, Valeria Garza, Rodolfo Parra and Philip Graves

I definitely think I should’ve made myself a little clearer that is on me😭 but these are all one small scenario for each character. So if you would like a part two to get closure or a single one shot for a specific character please let me know.

All of these are written in mind of different tropes but pretty much boil down to you love each other.

I left some of these pretty open ended but they were written with the intention that you have not yet confessed to each other but feel free to take it however you would like.

Again I’m sorry if some of these are a little ooc

Part one Part Three

Alejandro Vargas

Warning: blood and injury, MIA-missing in action. KIA-Killed in action

You had been MIA for weeks since your last mission. The last Alejandro heard from you was you radioing in telling the team it all went to shit.

“The entire teams down.” You had told Rudy who was later going to pass off the information to his Colonel. “I gotta get low. Tell Ale-“ then the line went dead

Alejandro just barely made it in time to hear the tale end of your sentence. It drove him crazy. What did you need to tell him? Your whereabouts would have been most helpful but hell never know.

It was he who wouldn’t let anyone else even think of the possibility of you being KIA. He tore down every building that was on your last mission, interrogated anyone who’d talk and killed anyone who wouldn’t.

But nobody had information on you.

It wasn’t until weeks later when one of his men came running to him, bent over and out of breathe that he felt his hope dwindle some. That is until the man spoke. “Colonel, come quick. There’s someone asking for you on the comms.”

Alejandro never ran faster in his life. Coming to a halt next to Rudy who quickly handed over the radio. “..y/n?” He asked hesitantly. He hoped to god it was you.

“Ale-“ he heard you sigh in relief when you heard his voice but he could also hear your labored breathing. “I’m sorry I couldn’t get ahold of you sooner. My radio was broken and I was off the grid for a few weeks.”

“Yeah I noticed.” He heard you scoff out a small laugh. “Tell me where you are we’re coming to get you.”

“It’s dangerous ale. I had to leave my safe house to find a radio but I think they’re still looking for me.” You groaned.

“Y/n tell me. Please.” He begged and motioned to his men the moment you finally gave up your location. “We’re coming Y/n. Stay low-stay hidden.”

Before you could respond the radio went silent and all that was left was the sound of static like the comms were disconnected. “Y/n? Come in!” He was met with only silence. “Fuck! Everyone gear up we’re leaving right now!”

It took what only felt like a few hours to get to your location. Alejandro was sure it was longer but the only thing on his mind was getting you out.

With his team they completely overwhelmed the men that had you and he had them tearing apart each and every room until they finally came to a stop at one.

Alejandro opened it slowly and felt his vision go red when he saw you laying on a dirty mattress, holding onto your side.

Rudy shot the only man in there when he saw that all Alejandro could focus on was you. You blinked up at him—he could tell your vision must’ve been hazy because you looked confused.

“Ale?” your voice broke him out of whatever trance he was in and in a second he was at your side assessing the wound while his men made sure there was no one left. “You came?”

Alejandro looked up at you like you were crazy to think he wouldn’t. “You called.” You smiled weakly but it immediately fell when he went to pick you up. “I know I know.” He whispered when you groaned in pain.

“Let’s go!” He called for his men, a few of them surrounded him as he carried you to the vehicles they were using for evac. “You’re safe now.”

—

Valeria Garza

Warning: kidnapping, injury/blood. Very much touch her you die

You were taken from her. Taken right from under her nose. You were in the room right next to where she was. It was her own personal bedroom where she was letting you sleep while she continued with her meetings.

It was late in the night and the compound was quieter then usual so she could hear clear as day when your voice broke through, “Valeria!” Her blood ran cold when she heard the desperate scream of her name followed by multiple things crashing to the ground.

The door way was jammed and she signaled her men to ram it until they broke through but they were too late. You were taken from the very room she thought you would be safest.

It’s all she could think about while she geared up to go after you. The men who took you were sloppy and obviously didn’t think you were important enough for her to go after but how wrong they were.

She was out for blood.

You were one of the last few people she would risk everything for, wether you knew that or not didn’t matter.

It only took a few hours for her men to track down the location of where you were being held and they were there ready to ambush soon after.

She was quiet when they took out the guards on the outside but the moment the doors opened all hell broke loose. Her men shot at anyone nearby as she stalked her way through the safe house, killing anyone that crossed her path. She didn’t even blink an eye.

She finally reached the room you were being held in and when she saw the split lip you now adorned her vision went hazy.

She didn’t care to use her gun on the last two guards, she needed to feel the life drain from them with her own two hands so she stabbed them.

It wasn’t until she was standing in front of you—chest heaving, bloody knife dripping in one hand along with the blood she could feel sliding down her cheek that she realized how she must look to you right now.

“Valeria.” You whispered, on the verge of feeling like you just may cry out of sheer relief. It was enough to bring her back down to earth where she immediately got to work cutting the ropes loose.

The second your hands were free you wrapped your arms around her, not caring in the slightest about the blood that would surely stain your clothes. She guessed it didn’t matter, she would buy you a whole new wardrobe if you asked.

“You came.” You chocked, arms wrapping tighter around her.

She clutched onto you like a lifeline as well muttering a soft, “you called.” Into the crook of your neck.

She wouldn’t let herself think about how you screamed for her over anyone else. How you trusted her to come after you, to save you. Not until later that night anyways.

“Let’s get you home, you’re staying by my side at all times. Bueno?” You hummed a soft agreement before she pulled away and her men barged into the room ready to escort you both out and back to the compound.

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Rodolfo Parra

Warning: unrequited/not really unrequited, reader being drunk, hurt

(Someone please request a part two if not for anyone else for him please idk why I did my man’s like this😭)

Rudy considered you to be one of his best friends. he’d considered you his best friend since around the time the two of you joined the military about the same time.

He’d considered you one of his best friends the moment you laughed at one of his stupid jokes and almost instantly clicked.

The only problem was you considered both he and Alejandro as your best friends and no matter how hard he tried he never felt like he could live up to Alejandro.

You seemed to click better with Ale than you did with him and he could admit that it did hurt. You and Ale were a lot closer, regularly hanging out or going to bars together and it broke his heart as he was forced to sit on the sidelines to drown in his ever growing feelings for you.

You always chose Alejandro first whenever you needed help. And it was this reason alone he was almost shocked when your name lit up his phone in the middle of the night.

“Y/n?” He answered it immediately.

“Rudy!” You were drunk. He could tell from how slurred just the one word was. He almost forgot that you went out to the bar to celebrate another end to a long mission. “Can you do me a favor?”

“Anything Princesa.” You giggled at the nickname like it was the first time he’d ever said it to you.

“Could you pick me up?” Suddenly you were a little more serious. “I don’t want to be here anymore there’s a lot of guys and I’m uncomfortable.”

He was already getting his shoes on the moment you asked him for a ride before he remembered who went with you to the bar. “Where’s Alejandro? He can’t take you home?”

You were silent for a moment, “no he can’t. He’s off with some girl.” Now it made sense he was your second option. The silence was your being upset over ale leaving with someone else, or so Rudy thought.

While you were upset he left you, you were more upset that Rudy wanted Alejandro to take you home. “I’m on my way stay there.” Then he hung up and you were already turning back to the bar to get another drink to calm down the growing nerves.

He showed up only ten minutes later, scanning the bar for you when he found you at a table taking a shot. Though the moment your eyes landed on him, your lips spread into a wide smile and you shoved away the man that was next to you to get to Rudy faster.

“Rudy!” You called, throwing your arms around him. “You came!”

“You called.” He said, wrapping his arms tighter around you before he helped you outside to his car. “How much have you had?”

“Enough.” He had one hand wrapped around your waist the moment the two of you were outside and he was glad he did because the second you stepped outside you almost tripped and he was able to catch you.

“Why?”

“To drown out my heartbreak Rodolfo.” You smirked, patting him on the chest as you finally got to his car and you climbed into the passenger seat unsteadily.

Rudy frowned as he made his way around to the front seat. “Why didn’t you call Ale?”

The car fell into an uncomfortable silence that he tried to ignore while he started driving. He glanced at you every now and then but you were frowning out the window and refusing to talk.

Well up until the moment your voice broke through. “Why do you do that?” You practically whispered and Rudy gripped his wheel tighter at the sadness in your tone. “Why do you always say things like that?”

“Things Like what?”

“Things like you think I’m in love with Alejandro and not you.” He felt his heart stop and his head turned to you quickly but your refused to meet his gaze. “Like you assume he’s always the first one I go to.”

“I assumed he was?” You spared him a single glance. “I assumed I was your second choice?”

The words hung heavy in the air but so did your next words. “You are always my first choice Rudy.” He really couldn’t grip his steering wheel any tighter. “It’s like you don’t believe I could be in love with you.”

“Y/n, you-?”

“Just forget it Rudy.” You silenced him.

He wanted to speak up again to ask what you meant but when he looked over you were snuggling further into the seat, body faced away from him as you fell asleep.

The only thing racing through his mind was how long had you been in love with him?

—

Phillip Graves

Warning: General Shepherd deserves a warning, forbidden romance, idk much about call signs so don’t look to hard into the one I gave here.

“We are getting slaughtered out here sir!” Graves heard you yell from over the comms followed by a multitude of gun shots. “Is there any assist?!”

He waited with bated breathe for the general to respond to give him some kind of order to go assist but nothing came.

“Negative alpha-1. We have nobody near by ready for an assist.” He heard Laswell say next but Phil was already set and ready to go at a moments notice.

All he needed was-

“What about shadow company?! Commander graves!” Was that apparently. All he needed was to hear you call for him to get him into action.

“Sir,” Graves taped into the comms directly to the general himself so this way you and Laswell couldn’t hear him. “The Shadows are locked and loaded to go. We can be there in 5 minutes tops.”

He waited desperately for the General to give him the go ahead as he listened to you scream at them from the other end, gunshots soon becoming a gut wrenching sound.

“Graves.” The tone of voice the General used was very clearly a warning. One which the commander has heard one to many times regarding you.

Memories of ‘you’re getting too close.’ Or ‘you shouldn’t concern yourself with her so much’. Floated through his head but he didn’t care not when he could hear the gunfire picking up on your end. “General please, I can help them.” He didn’t care if he got reprimanded for this, for listening into your comms. He needed to make sure you got out alive.

“Alright go ahead Graves.” He sighed in relief before turning to address his men and soon after the plane was turning course and headed for you. “Alpha-1 just sit tight for now.”

“We can’t ‘sit tight’ for much longer general. We are taking effective fire!” He could hear the desperation starting to seep into your words as they neared and his men finally saw where you and your team were holed up in a building, multiple enemy soldier’s surrounding you.

“This is Shadow-1 to alpha-1 come in.” Graves called as he leaned over his men to get sight on you on his screens.

“Graves!” He heard you call in relief, “this is alpha-1 and I am damn glad to hear your voice.”

“Glad you’re still alive alpha-1.” He said almost softly before patting his soldier on the back. “Steer clear darlin’ we are sending in the cavalry. Danger close.” He heard you call a small affirmative before they launched whatever missiles they had at the men below.

In no time you and what was left of your team was able to get out of there alive.

It wouldn’t be until later that night when you would find Graves leaving the hanger to where his plane was.

He would hear your steps and just barely have time to turn around before you were already right in front of him. To close to what some would deem appropriate but you didn’t care. No one was here beside you two.

“Y/n.”

“You came.” You said softly gesturing to his plane. “Laswell said no one was coming. How?”

“Well, you called.” He said it like it was the only explanation needed and in a way it was. Or at least the only one he could give you. If he said anything else he’d be risking crossing that boundary the General so generously laid out for him.

“You heard me?”

“Of course I did.” He resisted the urge to reach out and brush a strand of hair that had fallen out of place. “I wasn’t about to leave you stranded.”

You opened your mouth to say something the voices of some soldiers got closer and immediately you both stepped apart. You turned to look at who it was and when you realized it was no one important you went to speak again but when you turned forward again Graves back was to you as he made his way back to his plane.

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Konig, Keegan and Alex

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