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thefloorisbalaclava · 2 years ago

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Eyes Without A Face - Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

Pairing: Simon 'Ghost' Riley x F!Reader

Words: 6,533

Warnings: 18+ - enemies to lovers (kinda sorta), some angst, canon typical violence, weapons, cursing. SMUT - oral sex (m and f receiving), unprotected sex, slightly rough.

Summary: You swear Ghost doesn't like you, but you couldn't be farther from the truth.

A/N: I haven't written Ghost since 2015 so please be kind! I hope y'all enjoy!

[part II]

[masterlist]

Ghost.

The callsign alone was mysterious—a mysterious name for a mysterious man. And while most people found him a mystery because of the obvious thing, you found him a quandary for other reasons.

He was a protector, that was for sure, but he was also a lone wolf, speaking only a few words at a time, and those were mainly to Johnny.

He seemed to always be deep in thought about what you couldn’t fathom. When he looked at you with those eyes that were sometimes so dark, they were nearly black, it unnerved you, but he didn’t necessarily scare you. Other times he looked at you, there was a lightness, a softness, in his eyes, both in color and emotion. It would disappear in a blink, and it was back to business, mainly him barking orders at you and telling you to focus.

You hadn’t discovered his name was Simon until you were at the base for over a month.

Simon.

You wondered if he looked like a Simon under that balaclava? What was hidden under there? Or, perhaps, he was hiding from the world for his protection.

You were so lost in thought that you rounded a corner and slammed right into what felt like a wall.

“Oof!” you stumbled back, then fell flat on your ass. Anger flashed in the eyes of said ‘wall’ but softened when he noticed it was you.

That’s sweet…I guess.

“You all right, lo--.” He stopped himself and cleared his throat. “You should always check your corners.” He held a big, gloved hand out to help you up, pulling you to your feet with ease.

“Yes, sir,” you said in a little voice. He scoffed and walked around you without another word. You made a face behind his back and continued to your destination.

“There she is! Fucking finally,” Soap roared, and you cringed as you made your way across the mess.

“Do you have to do that, Johnny?” you asked as you sat quickly. Soap slid you a tray. “Oo!” He had saved you a chili bowl before everyone snatched it up. You looked back up at him, and he was eyeing you strangely.

“What?” you snapped.

“Nothin’, you just look like you’ve seen a ghost,” he said.

You nearly dropped your spoon at his words. Was that on purpose or…

“I’m just hungry.” You shoveled some chili into your mouth, so you had an excuse not to speak.

“Speaking of ghosts, have you seen ours?” he asked.

“Mmhm.” You nodded, mouth still full. You wanted to say you quite literally ran into him, but you didn’t.

“Well…where?” Soap wondered, exasperated.

“Barracks,” you mumbled. “Looked like he was going back to his quarters.”

“Oh.” Johnny shook his head.

“What?” You stared at him.

“Just a bit worried about him is all.” He leaned back and put his hands behind his head. “Enough of that. How’re you, numpty?” That had become his nickname for you since you flash-banged yourself and him.

“Oi, numpty! You’re supposed to hit them, not us!”

“I’m…alive,” you said with a shrug.

“Missing home?”

“Kinda.”

“You’re not still sad over that prick dumping you, are ya?” he asked.

“No,” you scoffed. Yes, you were. “And he didn’t dump me. We…agreed to go separate ways.”

“Whatever you say, lass.” A sly smile appeared on his face. “Maybe you and Simon should get together.”

You spat the water back into your cup and coughed. “Excuse me. Why?”

“You’re both so…mysterious,” he said.

“You’re a dick. There’s nothing mysterious about me,” you told him.

“Hey!”

“You’re a dick, Captain. Better?” You threw a napkin at him.

“I’m also available,” he offered. He chuckled, then looked behind you. “Speak of the devil….”

You turned to look and immediately turned back around. Ghost was making his way over. You hated how you were so nervous around him. Well, at least he had missed you shoveling chili into your mouth.

“Didn’t think you’d ever come down,” Soap said to Ghost.

“Had to shower,” he said curtly. “May I?” It took you a moment to realize he was talking to you. He gestured to the chair, and you nodded.

“Uhh yeah. All yours.”

As he sat, you got a whiff of whatever soap he used. It smelled good. He smelled good.

“You all right?” he asked you.

“Hm?” You tried your best to look into his eyes, but it was impossible.

“From our little collision earlier. You all right?”

“Oh! Yeah! I’m fine,” you chirped awkwardly.

“Collision?” Soap wondered aloud.

“Um…” you sighed.

“Ran into me upstairs,” Ghost told Soap, and he burst into laughter.

“Oh, shut up,” you snapped, then gave him the finger. “Just for that, I’m leaving.”

“Wait, wait. I’m sorry,” Soap said.

“Whatever. I am tired, in any case. Goodnight, guys.” You think you heard Ghost say something, but you could be wrong. You didn’t look back as you walked away, so you missed how Ghost’s eyes followed you.

“Why not just tell her, Simon?” Soap asked his friend as they sparred.

“Negative,” he droned. “And…”

“Hey, numpty!” Soap yelled over to her, and Ghost’s eyes widened slightly. When he looked, he immediately wished he hadn’t. He was so used to seeing her in her usual field clothes that he felt like a Victorian man seeing a woman’s ankle for the first time. She was in a t-shirt and form-fitting compression pants.

“Come and practice your shooting with Lt,” Soap said, “I’m off for a run.” Before either of them could say anything, he was gone.

“You don’t have to,” he said in a gentle rasp.

“...I could always use more practice, sir.” She looked up at him with innocent eyes.

“You sure?”

“Promise not to go easy on me, sir,” she teased.

“Wasn’t plannin’ to,” he quipped, and she looked down shyly. “So…I have a question.” He began as he lined up his sight.

“Okay. Ask, sir.”

“Why…” He squeezed off a round, hitting the target perfectly.

“Why what?” she huffed. She aimed, fired, and was just a bit off-center.

“Why do you call me Sir and not Ghost or Lt like everyone?” he asked.

“Because,” she started aggressively, angry at herself for that shot.

“Because?”

“To be honest, I don’t know, sir.” She held her breath and shot again—closer this time.

“Would you prefer I call you one of those names, sir?”

“I would, yeah.” He stood to his full height and watched as she aimed. “Nah, that’s all wrong. Here.” Suddenly, he was behind her moving her arms. His voice was directly in her ear the next time he spoke.

“Hold it there. Breathe in,” he said in a low tone. She inhaled deeply. “Now.” She pulled the trigger, hitting the target square in the head.

“Good lass,” he said, and she turned her head to look at him. He moved away quickly, settling back into his usual gruff self.

“So…Ghost…since I’m able to call you that, does it mean we’re friends now?” she asked playfully.

He was quiet for a time, then shook his head. “I’m your superior and…I always make it a rule not to make friends. Makes things easier when we lose someone out there.”

“Oh, I see.” Her smile faded.

“We’re comrades in arms, not friends,” he said.

“Okay, I get it!” she snapped. She put the rifle away and then nodded at Ghost. “Have a good day, sir.”

“We’re comrades in arms, not friends….”

It kept echoing in your head, distracting you at all the wrong times.

“Numpty, come in!” Soap shouted over the comms.

“Wha…what? Sorry.”

“Where’s your head, lass?” he asked but didn’t wait for an answer. “Building two. Lt needs you to clear it with him.”

“Oh. Oscar Mike. Out.” You moved carefully, light on your feet the way you were taught. You took the left side of the door as Ghost took a right.

“…not friends…” It echoed in your mind just as the door was breached. A bullet grazed you, and you hissed as you aimed at the asshole and killed him with a clean headshot.

“Tango down,” you said through gritted teeth.

“Nice one,” Ghost said, but you ignored him and made your way into the building. “You all right?” he asked, noticing how you winced and the blood soaking your sleeve.

“I’m fine,” you said plainly. “Room clear. Heading up.” You were moving too quickly. You knew you were, but your mind was in a fog, replaying what Ghost said to you before.

Not friends.

You were so lost in thought that you didn’t see the red dot aimed at you. In a split second, your thoughts and your breath were knocked away by a weight of sheer force tackling you to the floor. You groaned and looked up at the culprit.

Ghost. And, though you could only see his eyes, you knew he was pissed.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” he shouted, not letting you up. “I don’t know where you are, but it ain’t here!”

“Get off of me…sir.” You pushed against him, but he was far too heavy.

“I just saved your fucking life,” he said before shoving you down and then standing. “Get up. Get yourself together.”

You sat up, and he offered you his hand, but you ignored it.

“You need patching up?” he asked, nodding at your arm.

You shook your head. “No, sir.” You were glad it was dark—he wouldn’t be able to see the tears swimming in your eyes.

“Everything okay over there?” Soap asked over the comms.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Fine.” You walked back downstairs with Ghost following close behind.

“I think we should head back to HQ. Regroup, debrief, and call it a night,” Ghost suggested.

“Whatever you think is right, sir.” You waited for him to take the lead. You were feeling a bit worse for wear.

Ghost eyed her as she walked in defeated silence beside him. Maybe he was too hard on her, but she could have been killed, which would have been on his conscience forever.

She proved why he could never call her a friend… or anything more.

He turned to her again with two words hanging on his lips—words he rarely uttered. His mouth opened, but he hesitated.

Forget it.

“You get that look as soon as we get back, yeah?” He was worried about the wound on her arm.

“Sir,” she said with a nod.

“Okay, you know what, stop,” he said, but she didn’t. “I said stop, soldier!” She froze but didn’t turn to look at him, so he moved in front of her. She blinked up at him with tired and sad eyes.

“What’s going on?” he asked her.

“Nothing, sir. Just doing as I’m told.” She entered the underground headquarters, and he watched before following.

“Sir,” he said bitterly, “I told you to call me—”

“It wouldn’t be appropriate, sir. You’re my superior, remember? Not my friend.” She walked away from him then, greeting Soap happily.

“Patch me up?” she asked him, and he nodded. Soap gave him a glance over her shoulder, and Ghost could only shake his head.

“You wanna tell me what fuckin’ happened, Simon?” Soap asked.

“Nothing happened.” He was pacing, making it painfully apparent that something had happened. “She nearly got herself killed out there!” he snapped.

“You’re angry at her for that?”

“Yeah, I’m bloody pissed. How could she let herself get so distracted?” He finally stopped pacing.

“With all due respect, that is the dumbest question ever, Lt.” Soap stood before him. “Use your fucking brain, man.” After a moment of silence, Soap patted him on the shoulder.

“She’s in the infirmary,” he said, then walked away.

Ghost almost stopped him. What the fuck was he supposed to say to her?

You had curled up on the cot, facing the wall. At least here, you could cry peacefully. Heavy footsteps approached, and you felt as though you knew those footfalls. Then they stopped, so you closed your eyes.

“Soldier,” came a rough voice. Your eyes flew open, and you wanted to sink into the uncomfortable cushion. “I know you’re awake,” he rasped.

You sniffled quietly and quickly wiped any evidence of tears away before turning to him. The cot squeaked as you did.

“Sir?”

Ghost stood there awkwardly, looking taller than usual since you were lying down.

“Wanted to check on you. See if you need anything,” he said.

“No thanks.” You turned away again. Suddenly, the cot dipped dangerously as he sat down. Your body leaned towards him, and you tried your best to leave room.

“I’m not leaving til you tell me what’s going on,” he said, and you knew he was stubborn enough to sit there all night.

“Sir, I—”

“Ghost or Lt…okay?”

“Lt…there’s nothing wrong with me. I’m tired.” You shrugged, finally rolling onto your back to look at him. Most of the eye black had worn off, and his blond eyelashes were even more visible.

“I was a bit harsh back there, and I wanted to…hm…I wanted to say that wasn’t right of me…” he trailed off.

“I think the words you’re looking for are ‘sorry’ or ‘apologize,’” you teased.

“I’m trying my best ‘ere,” he snarled, his accent growing stronger.

“If you’re going to get angry, go. I’m too tired to argue, sir.” You tried rolling towards the wall again, but strong arms grabbed you and pinned you down by your shoulders.

“I’ll go after I tell you why I’m so angry. You could’ve gotten yourself killed, soldier! You weren’t focused, and that red dot…it…it was aimed right at your head. I couldn’t let…” he stammered, then shook his head, letting go of you.

“Well, at least you would have been able to get over it quickly since we’re not friends,” you bit out.

He glared at you. “Is that what’s bothering you? You got some growing up to do, love.”

You both froze at the sound of the pet name, but he didn’t try to correct himself.

“Fine. I’ll grow up,” you said.

It was quiet, and the cot squeaked as he stood and stormed away.

“God fuckin’ dammit!” he roared, throwing whatever he could get his hands across the room. Soap ducked, just missing being knocked in the head by something.

“I was gonna ask if everything was okay, but I think I know the answer,” he joked.

“Fuck off, Johnny.” Ghost sighed and sat on his cot. “What the fuck is wrong with me, mate?”

“I can think of a few things….” Soap began jokingly, but Ghost looked at him, and he got serious again.

“I…I don’t know how to talk to her. I get all…stupid. She makes me feel so many things. Dunno if I wanna scream at her or kiss her half the time.” Ghost didn’t do feelings. At least he didn’t think he did.

“So, what you’re telling me is you’re in love with her,” Soap said.

“I…what? No! I didn’t say that” Ghost scoffed.

“Don’t have to say it, lad.” Soap slapped him on the shoulder and walked over to his cot.

“I think I hurt her feelings, Johnny.” His voice was softer now.

“What did you do?”

“She said something about being friends, and I turned her down. Told her I don’t do the friend thing, just in case…I lose someone out there. Today, I almost did.” He sighed loudly.

“Yeah, and look how well you’re taking it even though she’s not your friend,” Soap said sarcastically.

Ghost only shrugged and then sighed before pushing up his mask just enough to scratch at the shadow of a beard that had grown.

“Love,” he scoffed.

“Yeah. I think you love her,” Soap quipped.

“I don’t do love,” Ghost told him.

“Aw, come on. That can’t be true.” Soap looked at his friend, and when he wouldn’t make eye contact, he became serious. “Simon…really?”

“I just don’t know how to do feelings?” He looked over at Soap. “Stop looking at me like that.”

“You know damn well how to do feelings, mate. You just don’t understand what you’re feeling. I’m telling you, you love her.”

“What the fuck am I supposed to do? I’m her superior. I can’t be in love with her.” He shook his head.

“That’s all up to you, mate. I’m going to sleep.”

Ghost was left alone with his thoughts and a sleepless night.

But he decided what he was going to do.

You woke up before anyone else, not that you actually slept. Your mind replayed the conversation you had with Ghost. He was impossible.

You snuck above ground to watch the sunrise, sitting down and hugging yourself against the cold.

“Good morning, soldier,” a familiar voice said, and you jumped to attention.

“Good morning, sir.”

“At ease,” Ghost said, and you sat back down. He stood above you awkwardly. “I need to tell you something.

Your heart beat faster, and your palms were sweaty. “Okay.”

“I…I’m reassigning you,” he said without emotion.

You looked up at him and then stood. “What?”

“I need you back at home base with the FBI.” He couldn’t look at the confusion and pain on your face, so he pretended to fix his tac vest.

“I want to be out here. I want to be in action. You know that, sir. You can’t do this to me,” you cried.

“I can. It’s an order,” he snapped. “You have a few hours to get ready.” Then he was walking away before you could say anything else.

“You what?” Soap asked, turning to Simon with a look of shock.

“I took her off the assignment,” he answered nonchalantly.

“Are you fucking mad? Where is she?”

Ghost checked his watch. “Probably waiting for her plane out of here.”

“You send her away all because you’re afraid of your feelings. You’re going to regret this, mate.” Soap stormed past him, making sure to bump him with his shoulder.

“Numpty!”

You turned to the voice and forced yourself to smile. “Hey,” you said quietly.

“Leaving, eh?” he asked, although he knew.

“Yeah. Ghost reassigned me,” you said sadly.

“Yeah, I know.” Soap stood beside you quietly. “There’s a reason he’s doing this. I can’t tell you what it is because that’s for him to do, but know it’s for a reason.”

“Yeah. It’s because he hates me,” you said. “I don’t think he’s ever really liked me.”

“Lass…I…forget it.” He hugged you. “I’ll see you back home, yeah?”

“Yeah.” You hugged him back, holding back tears. “See ya.”

Ghost was stepping off a helo on American soil a few weeks later. They had to play a waiting game now, which he hated the most.

It also meant that he was bound to see her at some point. That scared him more than anything. He wasn’t afraid of being wounded or dying, but he feared this woman—a woman who had made him feel things he didn’t think were possible.

Never mind that.

Honestly, he couldn’t wait to shower with hot water that didn’t run out before he was done.

He walked back to his quarters and hid from the world as he usually did when he wasn’t on a mission. He quickly stripped off his clothing, throwing them into a pile on the floor. The last thing to come off was his mask and balaclava, and then he felt genuinely naked.

He walked into the bathroom and flipped on the light. He always tried his best not to look in the mirror, but he couldn’t help himself.

He looked tired. The black circles under his eyes couldn’t be blamed on the eye black he always wore. He couldn’t count how many hours of sleep he had lost…

…over her.

He tried to tell himself it was because his adrenaline was pumping over taking someone down, but he was lying to himself.

He ran a hand through his messy hair that the balaclava had matted down.

“Fuckin’ idiot,” he whispered before walking over to the shower and turning it on. Hot.

He stepped in, hissing against the heat but eventually getting used to it. He deserved the pain, didn’t he?

The water going down the drain was brown and black. He watched it spin and spin until it disappeared. Then he put his head under the stream of water and closed his eyes, putting his hands against the wall in front of him for balance. His dog tags swung freely, clinking together quietly.

He thought of her saying his name. Not sir. His given name. Simon. How lovely it would sound coming from her lips. The only name she would call him now is asshole, most likely.

But he liked seeing the feisty side of her. He knew she could stand her ground no matter how nervous she was around him.

“You love her.” Soap’s words rang in his ears. He reached down and turned the knob for the hot water off, letting the shower get ice cold as he stood under it without moving.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him. All the showers in the world couldn’t wash the thoughts of him away.

You stood against the wall of the shower and closed your eyes.

“God, I wish I didn’t miss him,” you whispered to the water.

Suddenly, there was a pounding on your door.

“Open up, ya numpty!”

“Soap!” you squealed, turning the shower off quickly and hopping out. You wrapped yourself in a towel and ran to the door.

“Johnny boy!” you shouted when you swung the door open.

He hugged you. “Told you I’d see you soon.” He pulled back. “You’re all wet.”

“I know that.” You rolled your eyes. “Are…all of you back?” you asked.

“Yeah, why?”

“No reason. Just wondering. It’ll be nice seeing everyone’s face again,” you said.

“Even the faces you can’t see?” he asked.

“Don’t.” You shook your head.

“Both of you are the most stubborn bastards ever,” he said, exasperated. “You two just need to sit down and talk.”

“He sent me away, John. I doubt he wants to talk to me.”

“You two better figure something out, or I’ll make it happen myself.”

You looked at him. “What does that mean?”

“Dunno, but I don’t think you should risk finding out.”

“You can be the absolute worst sometimes, you know that?”

Ghost paced his room, thinking hard about what to say to her. How she was convinced to come to him was beyond even the most inquisitive minds.

There was a soft knock at his door, and it made his heart pound. He pulled his balaclava down over his face and walked to the door, taking a deep breath before opening it.

“Um…good evening, sir,” she said hesitantly.

“Evenin’. Please.” He gestured into his room, and she walked in. “Well, I guess we should talk.”

“Yes, we should.”

You looked around his room, and it was exactly what you expected—clean and orderly with almost perfect precision.

You felt as though you were in some forbidden place.

“You can sit if you like,” he said gruffly.

“Sir.” You sat in the chair at his small desk.

He cleared his throat and sat across from you on his bed. “Well…”

“Well?”

“Johnny wants us to talk. Not sure about what,” he lied.

“I don’t know, but I have a question.” You waited for him to look at you. “Why did you send me home?”

He sighed loudly and rubbed his thighs. “I’m…not sure if I have a reason.”

“I think I’d be less angry if you did have a reason, sir.” The volume of your voice began to rise.

He seemed to be hesitant to say something.

“Oh, for the love of—”

“You’re a bloody distraction!” he shouted, and you jumped.

“Excuse me? A distraction?”

“Aye, a distraction. You…you just…”

“Well, you are ridiculously mean to me, sir. I know you don’t like me very much, but you could at least pretend to want to work with me when we’re out in the shit. I don’t like being treated like a child, getting sent away like I’m being put on time out!”

You were breathing heavily, and your vision was blurry, tears swimming in your eyes.

“You’re wrong about me not liking you,” he mumbled.

“Yeah, right,” you scoffed.

“It’s…quite the opposite,” he blurted.

“I just wish you’d—wait, what?” You couldn’t have heard him right.

“I like you, all right? I think I like you too much,” he admitted.

“You show me you ‘like’ me by sending me as far away from you as possible?”

“You nearly died right in front of me! You were distracted because of me, and I was distracted because…I almost lost you,” he said. His voice was softer somehow.

“I don’t understand, Ghost.” You stood and paced, shaking your head. “You like me? Then why…”

“I don’t know how to deal with how I feel about you. I’m not even sure I’ve been in-” He stopped himself, and you froze in place.

“Ghost…” you whispered.

“Look at me.” He shrunk in defeat, making himself look smaller. “I’m one tough motherfucker, but I don’t even know how to handle…feelings.”

You stared at him dumbfounded. He couldn’t be saying what you thought he was. You sat beside him—something you would never have attempted if you were in your right mind.

“Sir…”

“Ghost,” he corrected, “Or Lt.”

“Ghost. I’m not sure what to say.” You looked into his eyes, and the intensity burned hotter than hell. His eyes had gone almost black, making his blond eyelashes look even brighter.

“You don’t have to say anything. What I feel isn’t right. It ain’t proper.” He blinked slowly.

“Ghost, can you say it? Say what you mean without so many words.” Any other time his words were curt and straight to the point. He chose now to talk in circles.

“I like you. I think I more than like you. Is that better?” he asked.

You nodded. “Okay. I like you too, Ghost.”

“You do?” He sounded surprised. “Even after what I did to you?”

“Well, I do kinda wanna punch you in the face for that, but now that I know…I’m not as angry.”

He sighed in relief, chuckling awkwardly. “So…”

“You ever take that thing off?” you asked suddenly.

“Negative. Well…at particular times, yes. If I’m alone when eating, then I will take it off. When I sleep and when I shower,” he told you, and you looked down at your fingers.

“Can I…Can I touch it…touch you?” you asked nervously.

“Um…yeah. All right.” He looked into your eyes as you slowly reached out, letting only your fingertips touch the material first. You dragged your finger around the opening for his eyes, over his nose, down to his jaw.

“Is that okay?” you asked.

“Yeah.”

You cupped his face, and he swallowed hard. “Look at me, Ghost.” His eyes slowly met yours again.

“You want me to take it off?” he wondered.

“No. I’d never ask that of you.” You dropped your hands.

“I’m sorry for what I did. I was a fucking idiot,” he admitted.

“I think I called you that a few times,” you teased, and you saw a hint of a smile in his eyes.

“Yeah, well, I deserve it.”

“When’s the last time you kissed someone?” you asked confidently. His eyes widened slightly.

“Kissed? I don’t know.” He shrugged. “Not exactly at the top of my list of things to do.”

“Do you want to kiss me?”

If you could read his mind, you would know that he wanted to do so much more than that.

“I think I do, yeah.”

“Kiss me then,” you said, moving closer to him. You had no idea where this confidence was coming from, but you were going to hold onto it for as long as possible.

“Think of it as one way to apologize to me,” you told him. You watched eagerly as he slid the balaclava up, revealing his stubbled jaw and full lips.

“Come ‘ere.” He pulled you even closer and then captured your lips with his. For someone who didn’t think of kissing much, he sure knew how to. You moaned quietly against his lips.

“This is so wrong,” he murmured into the kiss.

“Shut up.” You kissed him harder, making him grunt in surprise.

“Who’re you tellin’ to shut up, soldier?” He kissed you before you could answer, slipping his tongue into your mouth.

You didn’t know when or how you ended up on your back, but you didn’t care. You were caged in by him, a pleasant weight keeping you here on earth.

“So, you said that…kissing you was one way I could apologize to you. You got another?” he asked, looking down at your lips.

“If you think a kiss is wrong, then I doubt you want to know.” You lifted your head to try and kiss him, but he pulled away.

“Tell me. That’s an order, miss.”

“You could…touch me,” you said quietly.

“Touch you? Where?”

You took his big hand and put it on your face before moving it down, his fingers ghosting over your lips. Without thinking, you opened your mouth and let two of his fingers slip in.

“Fuck,” he grunted.

You kept them there for a while before moving his hand down to your covered breasts and holding it there.

“You want me to touch you here?” he asked. You nodded. “You’re gonna have to use words, love.”

“Yes. I want you to touch me there.” You arched into his hand, but then he moved it.

His fingers played with the hem of your shirt. “May I?”

“Yeah.” You sat up and let him pull your shirt off. He stared at you as though he hadn’t seen a woman in her bra before.

“Everything okay?” you asked.

“Yeah, I just want to remember everything,” he told you, carefully reaching around you and unclasping your bra. You let it slip off and nearly covered yourself, but seeing how he looked at you made you feel bold.

“Sir?” you called, and he shut his eyes.

“Don’t do that,” he said in a strained voice. He quickly adjusted the front of his pants, and you smirked.

“Sorry.”

“No, you’re not.” He opened his eyes and squinted at your smirk.

“No, I’m not,” you laughed, but just for a moment because he was kissing you again in a flash. You were flat on your back, and though you wanted to feel his lips on yours forever, he moved away to kiss down to your neck. It was like he knew exactly where to kiss because he had you making sounds you hadn’t made in God knows how long.

“You’re going to leave a mark, sir,” you teased.

“That’s the fuckin’ point, ain’t it, love?” He bit down on your neck lightly, and you whimpered. At this point, he could leave a mark wherever he wanted, and you would thank him for it.

His lips trailed down between your breasts, then kissed over to one.

“Eyes on me, soldier,” he commanded. As soon as your eyes met his, he dragged his tongue along your nipple and then wrapped his lips around it.

“God!” you cried, then quickly put a hand over your mouth. “Sorry. Don’t stop.” You put your hand on the back of his head, imagining how his hair would feel between your fingers. He moved to the other breasts and showed it the same appreciation.

“Fucking perfect, aren’t you?” His big hands pushed your breasts together, then let them go.

“Aren’t you gonna take anything off?” you wondered. “And I don’t mean the balaclava.”

You were nearly salivating, thinking about how he looked under his clothes. He was broad and beautiful, so you knew you were in for a treat.

“Are you shy?” you asked as he hesitated.

“No. I have…scars,” he said.

“Of course you do, but do you think I care? I just wanna see you.” You sat up. “Want me to look away while you undress?” you offered.

“No, I want you to help me,” he said. He stood off the bed, and you sat on your knees to reach him.

“You sure?” you asked, your hands wavering.

“Yeah.” He watched as your hands moved slowly to the hem of his shirt.

“Arms up, soldier,” you said playfully. He lifted his arms, and you slowly pulled the shirt up and off.

“You’re perfect,” you told him. “I knew you’d be.” You kissed the scar on his collarbone, and he sighed. You climbed off the bed and kissed him gently before moving lower, kissing every scar you came across.

Then you were on your knees.

“What are you doing to me?” he groaned, staring down at you eagerly. You looked into his eyes as you loosened his belt, then went for the button and zipper on his pants.

Boxer briefs. You knew it. The pants fell from his waist, and now he was just as naked as you. From what you could see through the boxer briefs, he was a perfect size.

“You stayin’ down there?” he asked, tilting his head.

“Want me to?” You palmed him gently, and he hissed. Your mouth watered at the thought of being full of him. You pulled on the waistband of his underwear and slowly pulled down. There he was in all his glory.

You kissed his hipbones and thighs, teasing him a little.

“Are you teasing me?” he asked, gently grabbing you by the chin.

“I don’t know.” You trailed little kisses up and down his shaft, and he groaned loudly.

“It’s been a while, love. Go easy on me, will ya?”

“I’ll think about it.” You opened your mouth and slipped it around him slowly.

“Blood fucking ‘ell,” he grunted, his hand moving to the back of your head. “If this is how your mouth feels, then I can only imagine what inside of you feels like.”

Your pussy clenched at his words, and you bobbed your head faster on him.

“We could get in so much trouble for this,” he breathed. “But I don’t even fucking care right now.”

You pulled off him. “Me neither.”

He reached down, grabbed his cock, then traced your lips with the head.

“Shit. Get up here.”

You stood quickly, only for him to toss you onto the bed. He was quick to get your pants and panties off and even quicker to get his head between your legs.

“Ohhh fuck yes!” you cried as he dipped his tongue into you, then swirled it around your clit. “You know what you’re doing.”

“My mouth ain’t just for barking orders,” he said before diving back in, slurping at you like he was dying of thirst. You squirmed, but he put a hand on your stomach to keep you still.

You saw stars already, grinding yourself against his tongue.

“Go on, love, fuck my tongue. Use it.”

“Ghost…” you whimpered as you held his head in place and rubbed yourself all over his tongue. His eyes stayed on you. It was so intense. Too intense. You cried out and tried to push him away as you came, but he latched onto your clit and sucked and licked at it until you couldn’t take anymore. He kissed your pussy repeatedly and then finally came up for air.

Once he was level with you again, he crushed his lips against yours, making sure you could taste yourself.

“Inside me,” you breathed between kisses.

“Hm?” he grunted, teasing you.

“I need you inside me.”

“What if I’m not gentle?” he asked.

“Who said anything about being gentle?”

He made a noise akin to a growl and then sat up on his knees. He grabbed you and turned you over carefully, so you were on your stomach.

“You ready for me?” he asked, and you looked back at him.

“Yes, sir.” You watched as he licked his hand and then stroked himself a few times before straddling the backs of your thighs and pushing into you slowly.

The stretch was so good that you swore you were going to cry.

“Yesssssssss,” you hissed.

“Taking me so well,” he told you just as he bottomed out. He pressed against you and laced his fingers with yours before pulling out and slamming back in. Once he saw that you could handle him, he picked up his pace.

He let go of your hands and caged you in with his arms as he pounded you into the mattress. You cried out and moaned with every thrust, pushing against him, so the sound of slapping skin was even louder.

“You’re a good fucking girl, aren’t you?” he groaned. “Not gonna last long,” he warned.

“Don’t care. Fuck me!”

“I got a better idea.” He pulled out of you and sat before pulling you onto his lap. “How about you fuck me?”

“Yes, sir.” You reached back and held his cock up as you slid yourself back onto him. You held onto his knees and bounced on him.

“Fuck yes,” he moaned, then slapped your ass. “Feels like you don’t wanna let me go.”

“Maybe I don’t,” you whined, bouncing on him harder.

He pulled you back against him so that your back was against his chest and wrapped his arms around you.

“Fine with me,” he said before thrusting up into you like his life depended on it. He turned your head with his free hand so that you were looking over your shoulder and kissed you hard. It was sloppy and uncoordinated, but it didn’t matter.

“I’m gonna cum,” he breathed in your ear. “Where? Hm?”

“Inside. Cum inside of me, Simon.”

“Ah fuck!” He gritted his teeth and fucked up into you. Before long, his thrusts faltered, stopping altogether as he pushed deep into you and filled you. It felt like he would never stop, and even when he did, he kept thrusting and swirling his hips weakly.

He rested his head against your back and caught his breath.

“I want to stay inside you forever,” he said breathlessly.

You both eventually peeled yourselves away from one another and showered together. Now you were lying in his bed, tracing his scars.

“You think we should tell Johnny?” he asked.

“No way! We wouldn’t hear the end of it then. Let’s leave him in the dark. Pretend to be mad at each other for a little longer,” you suggested.

“I like the way you think,” he said.

You looked up at him—he still hadn’t pulled down his balaclava. You wondered if he even noticed.

You kissed along his jaw, the stubble pricking your lips slightly.

“Is it wrong that I want you to stay tonight?” he asked.

“No. I’ll stay if you want,” you told him.

“Thank you,” he murmured.

Maybe letting you stay was his way of making up for the time he sent you away.

Whatever it was, you savored it. It felt natural to be in his arms, almost like you were always meant to be there.

[part II]

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basicinstnct · 2 years ago

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arrangement / jacob custos

word count: 2967

tags: size kink, love bites, hurt/comfort, angst, morning wood (more accurately nap wood), referenced masturbation, pining, insecurity, creampies, slight breeding kink, transfer of affection (sorta), savior complex

a/n: personally, i found this guy pretty endearing, especially if you look at his insecurities which are more apparent in some routes than they are in others. i know that isn't exactly a popular opinion (it's certainly a bit frustrating that the writers set him up by making him largely "responsible" for the events to follow), but hopefully there are enough like-minded people to give this some attention.

It’s often said that what you fear, you attract. You’re a little more receptive to that type of loose philosophy than you should be, so you aren’t exactly surprised when one day, the words come true.

Jacob’s voice calls out your name, soft, unlike him. “Are you awake?”

You’re glad you’re facing the wall. It gives you a chance against him, to not let him into your arms again. Other than pretending you’re asleep, there’s really no way out. Now that all the kids are gone, and the counselor you were supposed to share it with never showed up, you have the cabin all to yourself. Thinking about him had already kept you up all night, so you really just want to take a nap before you have to load the van up, not… this.

Seeing his face, those sad eyes, will end your resistance where it stands.

What the two of you have isn’t good. Against your intentions you’ve become at best a therapist, and at worst a replacement. Who you're taking the place of is unclear. At first you thought it was Emma. It wasn’t far-fetched to believe that you were covering for something that clearly wasn’t working. You were so sure, but more time with Jacob has left you doubting that. It has to be something in his past, something that happened a long time ago, inflicted by someone that you remind him of in one way or another. Being a proxy probably hurts him as much as it helps him, and you’re not exactly sure what it does to you.

What have you become? You’re not exactly the other woman. As far as you know, nothing’s really happened between Jacob and Emma in a long time, enough time that there’s a chance those flames have been swept out. You can see how Jacob’s affections burn hard against the cool of Emma’s practically nonexistent feelings.

You’ve let him, at least half a dozen times, come to be consoled by you. It began when he ran into you as you were heading down to the lake, one night when you couldn’t catch a wink of rest. When you later asked why he thought he could trust you, he didn’t have much to say.

You’ve let Jacob speak to you, cry to you. He mostly talks about nothing in particular, but if he nods off against your shoulder, he’ll mumble troubled, troubled words that make your heart pang. Lost thoughts about being alone, unwanted.

He has a lot of problems.

Around everyone else he can pretend he’s fine. You can learn as much from the truth as you can from a lie, but only if you’re looking.

He says your name again, in the midst of you faking a breath. You snuggle deeper into the thin fleece that Mr. Hackett gave you, trying to give the appearance of being slightly disturbed but not awoken. Something about the situation is giving you a feeling. You shouldn’t do this!

You can hardly think of anything at all when you hear his footsteps. He approaches your bunk cautiously, before you hear the creak in the floorboards and the movement of fingers. He tosses his shoes to the corner of the room. Then his sweats and shirt go too. You’re squeezing your eyes shut even though you desperately want to look at him. If not to admire his looks than to read the expression on his face.

When he lifts the blanket from your body. You’re so shocked by the action that you can’t even fight it, the way you shiver all over. Jacob climbs into bed and wraps his arm around you. You can feel the warmth of his body, his furnace-like chest against your back as his head rests against your shoulder.

Without him, you run cold naturally, especially when you sleep. Now that he’s in bed with you, you’re worried the temperature of his body will make you sweat.

“I know you’re awake. You can tell me to go,” he says weakly. “I’ll go.”

“I never want you to go, Jacob, even if I feel like you should.” You can’t hold back the reply. Logic fails you around him, at least when you’re alone.

If your words are vague, he still knows what you mean. He rewards you, you think, by gripping you tighter, murmuring thank you before pressing the lightest of kisses against your neck. You get the sense that he’s used to it, getting affection through transactions. He can’t give you much out here except his body heat, and he has more than enough of that for the both of you.

You’re expecting the regular dialogue when he takes a deep breath, like he usually does, but that’s not what you hear at all.

“I feel totally useless today,” Jacob says, “all I can think about is how nothing ever goes right. I feel like everyone is just tolerating me. I’d just wanted the day to end so I could come here and be with you. Even if you wouldn’t be caught dead speaking to me when the others are around. Then I remembered that we were leaving today…”

Maybe that is how things appear to him. With all the complications between the group, the crushes and the grievances, you’ve always thought you’re better off not adding whatever’s going on between the two of you to the mix. You’ve always acted like nothing had changed around the others, and he’d followed your lead. You didn’t think he had any problem with it.

All at once you realize how deep your concern for him goes. Has he wanted for something he felt you weren’t prepared to offer? You wonder how he’s felt every time you’ve paired up with someone else, if there’s ever been a hurt glance you missed. A jealous glance.

You still can’t look at him, but your hand searches for his, and when you find it you squeeze gently. It’s not natural for you, but it’s worth it to hear the way he gasps, like he really can’t believe it.

“It’s never been like that,” you tell him, “I just don’t want things to be awkward. Even if we aren’t usually… I don’t want things to change. I never knew how you felt either.”

He huffs, long and hard (listening for once) and you shake lightly as you feel it on your skin.

“I hope I haven’t been making you feel bad.” You sigh, “I wasn’t even thinking about it like that. Sometimes,” you were worried this would be a blow to his already lacking confidence, rather than anything constructive, “I don’t like the way you act around everyone. Like you have something to prove.”

“I… I feel like I do.”

“I think you think you do, but I think everyone else just feels like you aren’t being yourself. Some people,” you don’t want to say her name, “they can smell the blood in the water.”

“You haven’t been making me feel bad,” he murmurs, mouth close to your ear, “I love the way I feel. Around you, right now.”

You know there’s a chance he doesn’t mean anything by it, that he’s emotional and vulnerable and confused. Desire and confusion could sometimes be the same thing. But when he says things like this, as he has before, you can’t help but think about what it would be like.

You’ve certainly done more than just think. One hand down your shorts and your face buried in the fleece, the scent of him still on it, the smell of his cologne and his sweat. You’d put your palm to clit as you slid a finger inside, thinking of the outline of his cock the one chance you’d had to see him in it.

Down at the lake, a day of swimming, he’d had a swimsuit you swore hadn’t fit him since middle school. It was the definition of tight in all the right places.

Fat, was really all you were able to process. You’d blushed incredibly hard, swimming in the opposite direction before anyone had a chance to notice. The image filed away for later use.

Him, holding you down, slipping inside. The sting of it, of him making you take him. The sounds he would make when he was all the way in, balls against your clit. Teeth on your skin to muffle his moans.

It’d seemed like a pipe dream. Now you weren’t sure. In any case you hadn’t wanted to be fucked so bad, by anybody, in your life.

You flip over to face Jacob, staring deep into his eyes for the first time today. They’re misty, red, and they seem very sad. The whole thing makes you feel like a bad person, like a pervert. You wonder if he can see how black your eyes are with want for him. Can he feel how wet you are, right here next to him?

“Let’s go to sleep…” You venture, not meaning it at all, still glad that he agrees when he shifts to get comfortable and you feel his breathing even out. It’s far too long before you fall asleep yourself, too lost in visions of everything you want.

You know you’ll regret it later, that you’ll be nodding off when you shouldn’t be, but you can’t stop thinking.

. . .

You wake up thinking something troubling. You wish you could make Jacob understand. You don’t always need to get your happiness from people, but you know you only really mean other people. You’d have no problem being a rock for him. You want to give him a way out of the feelings that drown him every day. It’s what he so desperately seems to need.

But it can’t keep going on this way.

He must wake up moments after you do. Possibly aware of the change in your breathing, or maybe the way your heart rate has increased tenfold. He sighs, before chuckling in your ear, “what’s got you so worked up?”

“I just wanted to make sure I hadn’t overslept,” you look at the clock on your dresser. It’s only been half an hour. “Didn’t want to hold everyone up.”

It’s him, of course, but you can’t exactly say that. At least he seems in higher spirits than before, you consider.

The meaning becomes too literal when you feel his cock against you. Morning wood, probably. As much as it makes you wish the sheets would swallow you, it also sends your mind to other places.

Jacob tries to freeze, but his arm is still over your hips, caging you with his body, so there’s little you can do other than ignore it. But that already seems impossible, you can start to feel desire, burning in your pussy. You want him

It’s easy to feel him moving, attempting to be discreet but failing entirely. Every inch moves you with him because he’s unwilling to let go of you, whether he realizes it or not.

“I don’t mind,” you whisper, “or care. I mean I don’t care.”

“I care,” he bites back, seeming insulted. “I know you see that, so stop pretending like you don’t.”

You try to turn in his arms, but Jacob holds you still with little effort. He’s stronger, you think, obviously. You’re never able to escape him, mentally or physically.

“You think my problem is being insecure, fine. Your problem is that you’re always thinking, you never just feel.”

You know he’s right, but what can you say to that?

What was once a tight grip on your wrist turns into a comforting gesture, his thumb rubbing gently over the skin of your hand.

“L-let me make you feel something,” he sighs, “for once.”

You sigh, defeated in the best way possible.

Jacob's hard against you still, and he starts grinding into your ass gently. A gasp leaves you before your head is turned and you feel him on your cheek, a sweet kiss, before Jacob’s lips are on yours and he gives you a nasty one.

It’s your first kiss with him, but it doesn’t feel that way. You learn that Jacob likes to be close to you. He knows just how to get you to sigh, open your mouth up so he can press his tongue inside. It gets sloppy fast. You both moan, unable to part until you need to breathe. There’s spit connecting the two of you.

He moves your body beneath his, palm on the back of your neck an oddly comforting pressure. “Should’ve been kissing you this whole time,” he sighs.

“Doesn’t matter,” you tell him, putting your own hand to his cheek, “you have me now. Do whatever you want.”

Jacob makes quick work of your clothes, rids you of your bra, then tugs his trunks down to free his dick.

You want to blush at the sound it makes, the weight smacking against your stomach, lined exactly up with where he’ll be inside. Almost to your naval.

There’s a moment of just breathing, and when you look you see that he’s eyeing the same thing you are.

“I’ll fit,” he groans when he sees your expression. “Promise.”

You lick your lips. “Just prove it.”

Your panties are pulled to the side before you can hear him lick his thumb, once, twice. He must think it’s enough spit because he begins to use it to touch your clit, only to groan so loud you want to muffle him.

“Oh, oh. Fuck you’re already wet.”

“Yes,” you hiss, “I want you.”

“Yeah,” he mumbles. The words seem to make him shake. “Tell me again.”

You walk your hands up his back, and he moans when your nails drag lightly over his muscles, “I want you. Give it to me, Jacob, please.”

He kisses you again. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll give it to you.” It’s mumbled against your mouth as he preps you. Sliding his cock through the folds of you, gathering enough pre from you and him to just get the head inside.

You shudder, and he moans. It’s loud, scaring you enough to slap your hand over his mouth.

“‘’M sorry,” he grunts, removing your hand. His chest lowers down to touch yours, his face in your neck. “I didn’t mean to. Your pussy’s so good,” he shifts his hips to feel more of you. “I’ll be q-quiet, won’t make a sound. I don’t want to stop.”

You wrap your legs around Jacob, practically humping yourself onto him, “c’mon.”

His cock feels bigger than you should be taking. You want to wheeze when he bottoms out, leaving you stuffed. You can feel his tongue on your neck, hear vague moans as your cunt clenches on him.

Jacob starts to rock his hips, keeping his mouth busy with your skin in an effort to keep the noise down. But none of that matters when he’s fucking you into the mattress. Deep thrusts that make the frame of the bed groan.

You can feel how wet you’ve gotten, how wet he’s made you. You wouldn’t be able to take him otherwise. It’s surely all over your thighs, probably dripping down to his balls. You can feel everything, his skin, his mouth, a hint of teeth, the way his dick is burning you up inside.

You shock yourself when you come, hard. You bite into Jacob’s shoulder to muffle your scream, wrapping every limb you have around him to keep him deep inside.

“Fuuck,” he’s trembling. “Fuck it, I need- I wanna come inside. Tell me you’re on the pill. I want it.” You can feel him throbbing in your pussy. It’s a good thing you are; he probably wouldn’t be able to pull out in time anyway.

You hum out an affirmation, teeth still between his flesh because you can’t stop moaning, and it’s only half a second more before you feel him cum, and if you weren’t wet before you are now. You can feel it, hot, inside, and even leaking out of you.

Jacob’s whole body tenses, before every muscle in his body seems to relax, like he’s been needing this for a long, long time. His arms falter, but he catches himself before he crushes you.

The both of you wince when he pulls out, and you’re thankful that he doesn’t mind the obscene amount of cum that you both will surely have to deal with eventually. The clock tells you It’s still early, there’s still time.

He’s gone to cuddling you again, tucking you into the side of his body. He’s certainly much more open to touching you now that he’s fucked you. His hands explore whatever skin they can reach.

You make an attempt to do the same, but when you touch his shoulder you can feel the slight indent of teeth. Not terribly deep, but there.

“I’m sorry, Jacob. I shouldn’t have done that.”

“Don’t say that,” he scoffs, totally nonchalant. “Your neck isn’t looking too hot either.”

“I know,” you sigh, “but some guys are really weird about stuff like that.”

“Ha,” he laughs it off, checking it out before giving you his typical grin. “I don’t mind it. It’s like you claimed me.”

You wonder if that’s something to think about.

Laying there, both of you lightly doused with sweat, the smell of sex absolutely unavoidable, your first thought is that your sheets are ruined. It’s a good thing that you’re leaving today, at least for that reason.

Whatever you’ve just done, you know now that you can’t shut Jacob out. How that will work out isn’t something you need to figure out now, or even today.

Despite Jacob’s epiphany concerning you, you’ve got dibs on a great seat in the van, and that should give you enough time to do all the thinking you need.

#the quarry smut #the quarry x reader #the quarry #jacob custos x reader #jacob custos smut #jacob smut #smut #my writing #jacob the quarry #1k

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criminalamnesia · 2 years ago

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Intertwined

warnings: blood, angst, heavy themes briefly mentioned (murder, alcoholism, PTSD), undefined age gap between price and reader (just a few years), not completely proofread, she/her pronouns used

summary: missions with price never seem to go as planned.

author’s note: I have no clue what this is. I just wanted to write for Price, and ended up with this long one-shot. I also tried sort of a new writing style, so let me know what you think! also this is sorta an oc x price bc I’ve given somewhat of a backstory and the callsign “viper” but you could also read it as a reader insert! :)

Sometimes she didn’t know how she got here.

Blood soaked her shirt. Her shoulder throbbed. Her fingers were sticky with blood– hers and her attacker’s.

He had gotten her good– the knife was still sticking out of her left shoulder. She knew better than to remove the blade. They were in the middle of nowhere; jungle spanned for miles around. She’d be lucky if she didn’t bleed out before her team found her.

“Viper,” Price over the radio. “Status?”

“Took a hit,” she said through gritted teeth, yanking her own knife out of her attacker’s neck. Blood spurted from the wound, pooling around the dead body. His eyes were still open, staring at her. She ignored them.

“Jus’ the shoulder. I’m good,” she told her captain. She could hear Price grunt in response. If she were anyone else, she might have thought that he didn’t care. But she wasn’t, and she knew he was concerned– worried, even.

There wasn’t anything he could do. He was too far away and in the middle of his own fight. She didn’t need his help, anyways. As she always told him:

“I’m a big girl, Cap. I can handle myself.”

That always earned an unamused hum from him.

“Keep moving then,” the crackle of his voice on the radio broke her from her thoughts.

“Roger that, Cap.”

She really didn’t know how she got here.

She hadn’t been interested in the military. Hell, it wasn’t even on her radar. She had been a girl from a shitty, small town with a decent family. She wanted to go to university, get a job, start a family.

Now she was alone in the middle of a jungle, a knife in her shoulder, and the mission the only thing she truly cared about. Well, one of the only things.

Price had found her when she was twenty-two. He wasn’t even a captain yet.

“You alright?”

His voice had startled her. She hadn’t known anyone else was in the room. Her head nodded instinctively, her eyes still on the dead bodies of her family strewn before her.

“Sir, we’ve got a survivor.” He was speaking into his radio. She heard a voice respond, but whatever was being said didn’t register in her mind.

She would come to find out later that her family wasn’t as decent as they had seemed. Her father had been in deep with a drug-lord. He’d betrayed him, ratted him out to the cops– and next thing she knew, she was sitting in a pool of her family’s blood.

Price had helped her up from the floor. Her pants were soaked through with blood. A bullet had grazed her cheek, leaving a nasty cut in its wake. Somehow she had survived, barely hurt. She didn’t think she deserved it.

She thought she should’ve died with her family.

“What’s your name, dove?” He asked her, his hand wrapped gently around her bicep. He led her out of the room. They passed more soldiers.

She told him. He said it was a pretty name. He didn’t leave her until she was situated in a hotel, two hours away. She hadn’t insisted he stay– yet he had. Perhaps he knew that she needed someone to just sit there.

Before he left, he put his number in her phone. He shouldn’t have– he knew better. But there was something about her, he just couldn’t help it. He told her to call if she needed anything. She never did.

He ran into her a year later by pure luck. She had fallen down a hole. Dropped out of school. No job, no friends. An alcoholic with a death wish. Price had saved her. He gave her a purpose. He made her smile again.

“You good, Cap?” She was moving again, eyes scanning her surroundings, her gun in her hands.

“Peachy,” was his response. She snorted.

He didn’t say anything else, and neither did she. It was supposed to be simple reconnaissance mission. In, gather intel, out. Simple.

Funny how the simple missions always seemed to go south the fastest.

“Cap,” it was Gaz now, finally piping up. He’d been quiet for some time. “Target spotted. Next moves?”

Price didn’t respond. A gunshot sounded in the distance.

“Shit,” she hissed, picking up her pace. “Captain, how copy?”

Nothing. Her blood was pounding in her ears.

“Viper, position?” She could hear the worry in Gaz’s tone.

“Heading towards the gunshot. Stay on target, Sergeant.”

“Roger,” Gaz spoke.

She raised her gun as she stepped through the foliage, hoping that when she found Price, he was still breathing.

“You broken?” Price was talking to her, a hand outstretched as he stood over her. She huffed, reaching up a shaky hand to take his.

“Not the first time I’ve been shot at.” She spoke, her voice steady, but he knew better. She was shaking like a leaf– and Price knew. He knew that she was back in that moment, seeing the blood pool around her. Seeing those lifeless eyes, lifeless bodies. It had been two years, but those images were still as fresh in her mind as if it had happened yesterday.

“Right,” he said, his tone disbelieving. “If you’re gonna stay with me, kid, you’re gonna have to keep up.”

She had kept up. She had worked ten times harder than those around her just to keep up. She was at a disadvantage– she didn’t have training or discipline. She didn’t want to follow just anyone into a firefight. She wanted to follow him.

“Price,” she was trying him again. She could hear the leaves rustling nearby. “You broken?”

A cough. Not just over the radio– to her left, too. She picked up her pace, jogging as she moved towards the sound.

“I’m solid,” he finally spoke into the radio as she found him. He looked up as she pushed past low-hanging branches. “Gaz, status?”

Gaz was talking, but she didn’t hear anything he said. She moved to the captain, eyes scanning him for his wound. He got hit in the thigh. She withheld a sigh of relief.

“Fancy new jewelry,” Price teased, the hand not pressing at his wound reached up to tap the hilt of the blade. She hissed and jerked away from him.

“This the thanks I get for coming to help your old ass?” She replied, holstering her gun and reaching for his pack. He’d gotten it partway off before giving up. She tugged it the rest of the way off his body, then began to dig for bandages.

“Thanks, dove,” he said, his voice a familiar, conceding grumble.

She pulled out the supplies and swatted his hand away from his thigh. Blood oozed from the wound. Price gave the slightest wince as she began to wrap the bandage, pulling tight in hopes of stanching the bleeding.

“Why didn’t you take it out?” He questioned, breaking the silence.

“Risk of bleeding out. Didn’t have bandages,” she shrugged. He gave a disapproving hum.

“I’ve been telling you that you need to better prepare–”

“Save the lecture for when we’re home, yeah?” She interrupted, tying off the bandage. He grunted in response.

“Cap, Viper, I’ve got the intel. What’s your position?” Gaz was talking again.

“We’re moving back towards the truck,” she said, earning an eyebrow raise from Price. “Meet you there.”

“Copy.”

Without a word between them, she ducked forward and slung one of his arms over her good shoulder, tucking herself into his side. She slowly helped him up, his only protests coming in the form of barely-there grunts.

“You broken?” She asked again once he was on his feet.

“I’m fine,” he replied, trying to hobble forward ahead of her. She scoffed and hurried to help him, wincing a little as his hand brushed the knife still in her shoulder.

“Should’ve pulled that damn knife out,” he grumbled.

“I’ll pull the knife out and stick it in your other leg, old man,” she huffed in response.

“That’s no way to talk to your captain.”

“Lecture when we’re home,” she reminded him.

“I don’t need a lecture, John.” She had seethed. Three years into her service. She was twenty-five, now. “You of all people should understand.”

“What I understand,” he began. “Is that you’re risking what you’ve built here.”

“Over seeing that guy for drinks? Are you kidding?”

“You’re being childish.” He said. His arms were crossed over his chest. He looked angry. She didn’t understand why.

“I’m trying to live again! You dug me out of that hole, John. I’m grateful for that. But I’m fine now– I don’t need a babysitter. I want to rebuild my life– make connections.”

“You’ve made connections. Me, Gaz–”

“Maybe I want something more!” She interrupted. “Maybe I want something more than a mission. More than a man who pities me and brought me here to clear his guilty conscience.”

Price bristled. “You know that’s not true.”

“I don’t know anything with you. We’re comrades, we’re friends, we’re something m–”

“Alright,” his voice was tense. “Go then.”

The truck was up ahead. Gaz wasn’t there yet. She inhaled deeply as she helped Price towards the passenger’s side.

“I can drive,” he told her. She rolled her eyes.

“Gaz is driving.” She slipped out of his grasp and left him leaning against the hood of the truck before moving to open the passenger door. “Can you make it a few steps, or do I need to help you?”

He said something under his breath, but she didn’t catch it. She watched as he limped forward, one hand on the car to support his movement. Once he made it to the door, she grabbed one of his arms to help.

“You should be keeping watch,” he scolded, but there was no real bite behind his words.

“I’d rather not have to deal with you falling and breaking a hip.”

He gave another huff– but she could see a hint of amusement on his face. He was only a handful of years older than her, but she always teased him about it. He acted annoyed, but most of the time she could tell he was trying not to laugh at her jabs. At least, she liked to think he was.

She helped him get into the truck, and he didn’t complain. They were both quiet as they moved. It was a well-practiced routine at this point. One gets hurt, one helps. Get them into the truck. Get them into the helicopter. Keep them breathing, whatever it takes.

“Viper, you die on me and I’m gonna kill you,” Price seethed, his hands pressing down hard on her abdomen. She had already lost too much blood. Her eyes were barely open.

She gave a weak chuckle at his words. “We… both know… you’re dyin’ first, old… man.”

Once he was settled in the passenger seat, she shut the door and scanned the area. It was quiet, which meant one of two things.

They were in the clear, or they were fucked.

“Gaz,” Price was back on the radio. “Position?”

One beat. Two. Three.

“Almost there– shit! They’re on my tail!” Gaz was panting over the radio.

They were fucked.

Her eyes widened as she ran to the other side of the truck, throwing open the driver’s door and jumping in. Price glanced her way, but said nothing.

She winced as she moved, the knife still in shoulder an obstacle as she frantically fumbled for the keys they’d hidden in the truck, just in case shit hit the fan.

“Price, Viper, we gotta go!” Gaz was yelling as he pushed his way into the clearing, sprinting to the truck and all but diving into the truck bed.

“I know, I know!” She shouted back, fear crawling up her spine. No matter how often she was in these positions– having to act fast or be killed– she could never shake the absolute panic that consumed her.

“Viper, focus,” it was Price, his voice bringing her back. His voice always brought her back.

Gunshots could be heard nearby. Some hit the truck and Gaz was yelling. She finally found the keys, shoved under a pile of junk in the center console. She jammed them into the ignition and the truck sputtered to life.

“Fuck, go! Go!” Gaz was returning fire, shooting into the foliage as men pushed into the clearing. Price grabbed his own gun and leaned out the passenger side window to cover them.

“I’m going!” She yelled back indignantly, stepping on the gas. The truck lurched forward, nearly throwing Gaz out.

“Viper, watch it!” He called over the gunfire.

She didn’t reply, too busy on trying to get them out of that damn jungle. Bullets dinged off the metal of the truck, but none of them hit home. She inhaled deeply as the gunfire eventually stopped, and they were in the clear.

“Bloody hell, Viper, you trying to kill me?” Gaz peeked his head through the rear window, staring at her. She rolled her eyes, hands clutching the wheel so hard her knuckles turned white.

“That’s enough, Gaz,” Price. Gaz didn’t protest, but she knew he was grumbling under his breath.

“Viper, what the hell are you doing?” Gaz was yelling at her as she stared through her scope, her eyes locked on her target. Her finger itched the trigger, but she just couldn’t bring herself to pull it.

The man had looked startlingly like her father. Her father, who had gotten almost his entire family murdered. Her father, who had lied and cheated and sealed his own fate. She didn’t know why– but she couldn’t pull the trigger.

All she saw when she looked at that man was the image of her father, smiling at her at the dinner table. Her father, teaching her how to ride a bike without training wheels. Playing games with him in the backyard. Watching movies with him. Her father.

Price shouldn’t know– couldn’t. But he did, apparently. “Gaz,” his voice was stern. “Enough. She’s got it.”

She took the shot.

“If I was tryin’ to kill you,” she threw the words at him over her shoulder. “You’d be dead.”

Gaz snorted, but didn’t take the bait. She didn’t know if she had wanted him to. Silence fell around them, then.

“Safe house is up ahead,” Price broke the silence that had consumed them for the past twenty minutes. “No bickering when we get inside, you two. Like a bunch of damn kids,” he said under his breath.

The safe house was a dilapidated little cottage on the edge of a forest. It was hidden enough to the naked eye that no one unwanted should stumble upon them, but that didn’t mean they shouldn’t be cautious. She slowed the truck to a stop behind a thick bush nearby, just in case.

The three clambered out of the truck, grabbing previously discarded gear and trudging through overgrown grass to the house. Gaz went in first to sweep the house. Once he gave the all clear, she and Price beelined for the small kitchen. Gaz was somewhere else– probably the shower.

This was their routine. Find safety and patch each other up. He usually helped her first, but she forced him into a rickety wooden chair before he could so much as gesture at the knife still in her shoulder.

Her hands were shaking as she untied the bandage around his thigh. His chin was tilted down, eyes watching her as she worked. Neither said a word. Another part of their routine.

Safety. Silence. Stitches.

She cleaned the wound. He barely flinched. She threaded the needle. He breathed in. She looked up at him, a silent signal. He breathed out as she pushed the needle into his skin and sewed the wound shut.

“Thanks, dove.” He spoke when it was done.

She gave a small nod as she finished tying off the clean bandage. She stood and started towards the kitchen sink, but one of his hands grabbed hers.

She looked down at him, still situated in the chair. His thumb brushed the back of her red-stained hand.

“Captain…” she breathed out, her eyes meeting his.

There was a softness in his gaze that she would never truly understand. She didn’t know what he saw in her.

She didn’t know why he had done what he did for her. Stayed with her after that night, all those years ago. Put his number in her phone. Pulled her out of that hole she put herself in. Helped her through her recovery. Trained her, believed in her, stuck his neck out for her.

He released her hand.

She really didn’t know how she got here.

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prismuffin · 2 years ago

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Hi I just found your blog (well technically you saw mine and I checked out yours as a result) and wanted to request something if your up to it!

Can I request a one-shot with mile morales and a male!reader where it’s starting to snow out and the reader notices that miles is getting cold so he wraps up his scarf around miles so he doesn’t get cold. If you don’t want to take this that’s fine as well! Oh and drink water and have a snack if you haven’t done that today, thanks either way and I hope you enjoy my page as much as I have yours!

A/n: you don’t understand how much I love getting requestsss it knocks me right out of my writers block!! I love your blog and am glad you’re enjoying mine! Hope you enjoyyyy!!😽🫶

“You knew it was going to snow today, right?”

Miles Morales x Male!Reader

( summary: Miles may have forgotten to check the weather forecast before agreeing to go out with Y/n that day )

Warnings?: None! Just fluffy snow fluff and warm scarfs and gloves !!

!-!more under the cut!-!

You sighed, watching your warm breath turn into fog right before your eyes as you tapped your foot while waiting for Miles to show up. He wasn't that late but you didn't want to stand here any longer looking like an idiot with two hot chocolates and a croissant in hand. You shoved said croissant in your pocket and were about to pull out your phone to shoot him a text when you heard your name get yelled.

"Y/n!"

Turning at the sound you let out a sigh of relief as you saw Miles dashing across the street to where you stood. You just stared at him as he hunched over and caught his breath. Seeing him like this made you wonder if he ran all the way here, the answer is probably yes. "I'm sorry I'm late! I was cleaning and sorta got caught up and- " "Here." You shoved his hot chocolate cup toward his chest to cut off his ramblings before they got worse. "Thank you-." once he grabbed it you let go and smiled, motioning with your head to start walking.

You made idle chatter as the two of you walked down the streets of New York. It was the beginning of winter. December was to come in about a week- so a bit of early snow caught most of the city off guard. It had started early morning, so the snow that laid on the ground wasn't too thick but it stretched far and it didn't take too long for the entire city to be wrapped in a white blanket of snow.

If you'd just rushed outside this morning without hearing the forecast over the radio you'd be freezing right now. Even without hearing the forecast you would've guessed it was going to be cold. I mean, it's winter in New York everybody would dress a little warmer, right? That's what you thought until a bus sped by both you and Miles. You heard a quick, "Geez it's cold." and a shudder from beside you. Looking towards Miles, it was only then that you noticed how underdressed he was. He had a jacket on sure but it wasn't the proper kind, in fact a jacket was the only thing he had to combat the cold. No gloves, no scarf, no hat, he was defenseless. His nose and cheeks were a little red and he kept his arms close to himself as an attempt to gain more warmth.

You stopped walking, sighed, and started undoing your scarf. Miles stopped walking when you did and stared at you confused as you pulled the scarf from around your neck. "Why are you- ah!" He paused as you wrapped your scarf around his neck, shaking your head with a small smile on your face. "You knew it was going to snow today, right?" "uhm.." his voice seemed quieter than usual as he stared at you wrapping your scarf around his neck. "Well?" You asked when you finished and looked in his eyes, his heart skipped a beat as his brain backfired on him. "Did you know or not?" He let out a short, nervous laugh and smiled, reaching up to scratch the side of his head. "I knew..I just..forgot..?" You smirked, "forgot?" "yeah!" he looked away from you, taking a step back as if he just realized how close the two of you were. "I was just really excited to hang out with you today, but then my mom said I had to clean my room before I go so- I had to rush around and when I finished and she said I was good to go I just kinda rushed out the door." He wore a nervous smile as he spoke. "You were that excited huh?" You teased and stepped a little closer to him. "y-yeah..I was." There was a silence for a while as you looked him over. You saw his hands and frowned. You started taking off your own gloves but when Miles noticed, he stopped you. "Hey, keep your gloves on! Your hands will get cold!" He grabbed the base of your gloves and pulled them back down onto your hands. "But what about yours?" They were dry from the cold air and were clearly getting harder to move. "I'll be fine! I swear! Keep your gloves on you already gave me your scarf." The two of you went back and for for a while before you just stared at him and sighed at his stubbornness. "Fine. I'll keep them on." You readjusted your gloves as he let out a sigh of relief, "Thank y-" He was cut off by a hand grabbing his and he felt his heart rate pick up as he realized who's. He looked down at your intertwined hands before looking back up at you. "I'm gonna warm your hands one way or another." You smiled at his shocked face before tugging him slightly. "Come on, I wanna finish our walk." His legs started moving before his brain could compute. All he could do was glance at your hands every other minute as he snuggled into the warmth brought to him by your scarf and he sighed, content.

EXTRA:

"Hey wait, what's that?" You heard him question and you realized what he was staring at, your pocket,

"oh this? it's a croissant."

"Is it for me?"

You chuckled, "no."

"What? Where's my croissant? I want a croissant!"

"Then you shouldn't have taken so long to get here."

"That's not fair!"

"It's totally fair."

"Gimme a piece!"

"...Fine."

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lynn-writes-things · 2 years ago

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the thrill of the hunt - toji fushiguro x reader

I just have primal dom!Toji brainrot, ya know?

cw: 18+ content ; DARK CONTENT!! ; primal dom!Toji x prey!reader ; “hunting” ; cnc (consensual non-consent) ((this is an established dynamic! both parties have consented to these dynamics!)) ; knife k!nk ; gun k!nk (sorta??) ; dacryphilia (kinda???) ; breeding kink (if you squint?????)

(I have NEVER written this kinda shit before, pls forgive any mistakes! also if I forgot to tag a warning pls let me know!)

Fear.

That’s all that fueled you as you ran through the dim maze of trees, nothing but a blind panic leading you, your only goal is just to survive. To make it through this. To make it out of these woods before the sun crosses fully below the horizon, and you lose all sense of direction entirely. Not that you had much sense of it now, with nothing but panic guiding you, acting on pure instinct to evade the man - no, the monster hunting you down.

It’s been a while since you last heard any sign of him, but you know deep down that that doesn’t mean for even a second that you’re safe. Hell, who are you kidding - you’ll never be safe with him after you. Still, your legs burn from running through the rough terrain, and your lungs fare no better, each inhale feels as though you’ve set a million matches ablaze in place of every nerve-ending in your chest cavity, and the fire threatens to burn you inside out until you’re nothing but ash. In an attempt to extinguish the flames, no matter how temporary the relief may be, you find yourself leaning against a tree, trying your damnedest to keep your desperate gasps for air as quiet as possible, though you know it’s no use.

You know it’s no use, and that you’ve failed, when a shot rings in your ears, and a bullet very nearly misses you - going right past your tree and the next, mere inches from your face. Tears fill your eyes, obscuring your vision more than you can afford, and just like that, you’re off running again. Admittedly, you have no idea how long you’ve been running at this point, no idea how long you’ve been lost in these woods, all you do know is that you can’t take much more of this before your body gives out completely, you know you’re nearing your breaking point. He knows it too, and you know that he’s counting on that - know that he’s going to keep toying with you until your poor body just can’t take anymore. God only knows what will happen if - no, when - he catches you.

Another bullet wizzes past you, snapping you from your panicked train of thought and forcing you to focus on the task at hand. The name of the game is to fucking survive. Abruptly, you turn on your heel, speeding off in a new direction, dodging stray roots and fallen branches as the sun continues it’s slow descent, painting the woods in an even eerier atmosphere.

The only thing you can hear is your rapid heartbeat, hammering so loudly that you fear even he can hear it. All you can feel is the fire combusting your lungs and limbs, the cold air of the coming night does little to nothing to sooth the burns. If anything, the cooling air only stings your burning flesh, and you try so very hard to blink away even more tears - you cannot afford to have your vision further compromised right now. If you can’t see, you’re as good as dead.

Finally, there’s a break in the trees. You can see it just up ahead, there’s a clearing, and maybe - just fucking maybe - this is your ticket out. Maybe this clearing will give way to more open space, buildings to escape into, even just people to bare witness to this - anything to solidify your safety. You can see it. You’re nearing the edge of the woodland, you’re so fucking close-

..It’s a pity that your foot catches on a raised root, sending you tumbling to the ground. The force at which you land will no doubt leave your skin scraped and bloodied, but that’s the least of your problems as you hear his footsteps approaching. Sobs wrack your body, violent ones that purge the burning air from your lungs, as you scream in heart wracking anguish, accepting your fate.

You’ve lost.

One large hand harshly grips your hair, pulling your head off of the dirt. With his free hand, the blade of a knife presses against your throat, threatening to break the skin. You can feel his body leaning over yours, and you can’t bring yourself to open your eyes. Keeping them squeezed shut, you find it mildly easier to pretend that this is all fake, that it isn’t real. Surely, this can’t fucking be real - you cannot be about to die by this fucking monster. “Found you.” His deep voice reverberates in your mind, his hot breath against the shell of your ear.

“P-Ple-ease, p-please don’t k-kill me!” You wail, though you know your pleas fall on deaf ears when you feel his chuckle. Suddenly, you find yourself wondering if death would be the prefered option to whatever this sick fuck has planned with you.

“Now, why would I go and kill such a perfect little bunny without playing with her first?” His words make you whimper, fearing what’s to come. The knife against your throat and the hand in your hair vanish, both hands becoming interested in quite literally ripping your shirt off. “But first..” His voice trails off, and you cry out when you feel the knife against your back, you feel him carving something into your skin. His initials, if you had to guess. You want to squirm away, to do something, but you know that any movements you make now would only serve to cause you more injury. “You’re mine now, little bunny.” He taunts, voice dripping with toxic honey that makes you feel sick to your stomach. “Even if I let you go, everyone’s gonna fuckin’ know who you belong to. Even you.”

“S-Stop! P-Please, just st-top!” Your cries only make the man above you laugh, moving off of you just enough to roughly flip you onto your back, and finally, you get a look at the demon who’s just claimed you as his own personal plaything. Green eyes gleam with something evil, and the smirk on his scarred lips makes your once-burning blood run cold.

“‘Look so pretty when you’re cryin’ for me, darlin’.” He licks his lips, making quick work of cutting your shorts off in a similar manner to your shirt, taking your panties off along with them and stuffing the ripped fabric into his pocket. “Let’s see how hard we can make ya’ cry, hm?”

“N-No, please!” You scream, desperately smacking and scratching at him, anything that you can think of before he snatches your wrists together with a growl and pins them above your head. For what it’s worth, the scratch marks along his cheek that are already starting to bead with blood is mildly satisfying to you - at least you landed something. His free hand lands a harsh smack on your cheek, leaving your ears ringing momentarily as he takes the distraction as an opportunity to situate himself between your thighs, free hand spreading your folds, despite your attempts at trying to kick him away. You just can’t make him budge, he’s much too massive and muscular. The monster of a man above you chuckles lowly, meeting your tearfilled eyes with a hint of amusement in his, one eyebrow raised.

“Y’know, for someone who’s claiming not to want this, you’re real fucking wet, bunny.” One of his thick fingers enters you with ease as a means of proving his statement. “Pretty little pussy’s already creamin’ for me.”

“F-Fuck y-you!” You stammer, face flushed red in embarrassment. He chuckles again, eyes once again going dark as he removes his finger, lining up his massive cock with your entrance. You hadn’t even noticed him pull it out, but you don’t have a second to actually think back on it before he’s bottomed out inside of you in one single thrust, making you scream in pain and shock. “If you insist.” His husky voice sounds again, though you barely register it as he immediately picks up a brutal pace.

“So fuckin’ tight, bunny.” He growls, leaning down to lick up the new tears that stream down your cheeks. “Gonna train my pretty little bunny to take my cock. No one else is ever gonna be good enough when I’m done with you.” With his free hand, he grabs one of your legs and hoists it over his shoulder, making his cock hit your g-spot with every single thrust. You feel betrayed by your body when your pussy clenches around his cock, and the subconscious way that your back arches. “There we go,” He coos, the hand once pinning your wrists down now finds its way down to rub quick circles on your clit. Your moans and mewls are being ripped from you despite your best efforts to hold them back - but god, why does it feel so good?

You’re getting close, and he can tell - he can tell by the way your slick coats your inner thighs, and the way your walls clench so tightly around him. The expression on your face is no longer one of pain, of fear - no, it’s one of pleasure that rationally, you know you should not be feeling.

“Gonna be a good little pet and cum for me? Hm?” He urges, speeding up the circles on your clit, and it’s enough for the fire pooling in your belly to explode into whitehot euphoria as your orgasm washes over you.

“T-Toji! Fuck - Daddy!!” You can’t help but scream as he doesn’t relent, your gushing slick coating his balls and lower abdomen as you’re given no time to recover from your earth shattering orgasm. Toji chuckles, leaning down to bite your neck as his pace continues.

“Y’broke character on me, doll.” When he pulls back to look you in the eyes, the sight of your boyfriend makes your eyes roll back into your head at the overstimulation. He slows down, the hand on your clit now comes to grasp your neck, applying slight pressure to the sides of your neck while he now rocks his hips into yours at a slow, languid pace, each thrust allowing you to feel each vein of his girthy cock. “Now, what do you say?”

“S-Sorry, d-daddy..” You pout, and he leans down to kiss your lips. He rewards your apology with quicker thrusts, squeezing your neck with enough pressure that he knows you love. “D-Daddy..!” That heat is already back, and you know you’re closing in on another mind blowing orgasm.

“Close again already?” He tsks at you, but you know he’s getting close himself too by the way his breathing is heavier, panting between growls and grunts against your lips. “Go on then, little bunny, cum for daddy.” And oh, you do. Toji watches with hungry eyes as your back arches off of the ground and your juices squirt all over him, the way your walls squeeze him like a vice is more than enough to push him over the ledge as well, losing himself in the feeling of your slick walls milking him. “Gonna fuckin’ knock you up,” He grunts, continuing to rut into you, thick ropes of white painting your insides. “Y’er fuckin’ mine.” His possessive growls make you whine, your arms wrapping around him to lock him even closer to your body.

“Love you,” You whimper, pressing your face against his neck. “Don’t let go..”

“Not gonna let go,” He promises, stilling his movements, keeping you caged beneath him. “Love you too, bunny.”

The two of you stay like that for a few minutes, until you’re back down to earth after your highs, only then does Toji pull away from you, pulling you to sit on his lap instead of laying on the ground. “You alright? Was that too much?” His eyes are genuine, his concern makes your heart swell.

“N-No, I’m okay. That was.. that was good.” You offer him a shaky grin, still fairly out of it. Toji smiles at you, leaning in to kiss your lips softly. “C’mon, let's get back to the camp so I can get that cut cleaned up, ‘kay?”

“M’kay.” With your go-ahead, he first takes his shirt off to allow you to slip it on to cover yourself, then stands with you in his arms, easily carrying you back to the place you’d long forgotten about. It amazes you that Toji somehow remembers exactly where the two of you came from, but you’re far too exhausted to question it too much right now.

“After that how about we go home? Think we both could use a nice bath right about now.”

“Yeah, you’re right, you’re stinky.” You giggle softly, fighting off sleep.

“I’ll drop you.”

“Noooooo.” You whine and cling to him with what little strength is left in your body. Toji chuckles at your antics, but his smile is soft when he feels you go slack in his arms, your breathing even and calm, signaling that you’ve fallen asleep right in his arms while he carries you back to where you once came. Honestly, it’s his favorite place for you to fall asleep.

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji zenin x reader #toji smut #toji x reader #pheewwww I’m sorry for this one yall #I got the idea in my head and needed to write it

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reidslibrarybook · 3 years ago

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Lit By Love

Pairing - Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Warnings - language, SMUT (MINORS DNI, 18+), oral (male and female receiving), fingering, face fucking, unprotected penetration, slight overstimulation, use of pet names (darling/good girl), slight hair pulling, sorta dom!spencer and sorta sub!reader, not proofread (lmk if i missed anything lmao)

Summary - You come over to Spencer’s apartment hoping to help him during a storm and power outage. Your attempt to help him through his fear of the dark developed into something more than you had planned, leading to an unrevealed confession.

Category - fluff, smut (18+) MINORS DNI

Word Count - 6.1k

A/N - lmao i cranked this out today and i’m kinda proud considering i’m sitting in my lab rn waiting for some tests and i’m rlly hoping this shows up in the tags lmao. big big big thank you to @samuel-de-champagne-problems for helping me with this, ily <3

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Spencer always felt like he was on display, people watching him as he juggled a circus act of walking on a tightrope.

He couldn’t count the vast number of his peers waiting for him to tip over and fall down beneath, surrounded by nothing but failure. It was a fate that haunted him constantly, a never-ending fear that he believed would inevitably come true one day in the future.

What they didn’t know was the envy that bubbled inside him. He coveted the normalcy they so desperately wanted to get rid of. He wanted the ease of being a regular person and the effortless finding of their other half.

He didn’t understand why people wanted to be in his shoes knowing what others thought of him but what stumped him most was why you wanted him.

After weeks of borderline stalking you, Spencer decided to leave well enough alone— dropping the unachievable dream of being yours. Much to his surprise, you approached him with just as much enthusiasm that thrived inside him when any thought of you weaseled its way into his frontal lobe. He managed to work up the courage to ask you out on a date and the rest felt as easy as it was to fall for you.

It was a rollercoaster of emotions: infatuation, fixation, adoration, passion.

He was addicted to you, a fact he had known since the moment you called him yours— your Spencer. It was almost as if his heart was trapped and fumigated with your intoxicatingly sweet scent and wondrous smiles he would never be able to rid himself of, a nightmare and fantasy he could never quite forget.

But at some point, something felt off. There was always something left… unsaid.

Every single goodbye felt like a sentence that was unfinished.

He tried to figure out what it was but he could never find the missing piece to his puzzle, stuck in a prison made of his own incapability. The lightbulb never magically turned on, nor did the answer finally click— he was left to remain in a state of confusion and emotional disorientation.

His internal debacle stuck with him since he first noticed the odd hanging feeling after each reluctant departure. There was nothing he could do but wait until he could put his bright mind to good use.

Spencer ran his fingers through his hair hoping to brush out the little droplets of rain resting between each strand. He was able to avoid the raging weather in Virginia for the last couple of days, staying in sunshiney California for a case. He never liked thunder or lightning or any kind of weather that had the potential to develop into a raging storm, it always created an unsettling atmosphere he had no intention of enjoying.

With each passing moment marked by the sound of thunder and the flashing lightning, he thought of the only person that could comfort him in that very moment— you.

He had been hesitant to call you after discovering his newfound problem that may be the little seed of doubt that had yet to be unsown, instilling a sense of hopelessness inside him. It was an inkling of pessimism that believed in his undismissable demise, too stubborn for him to rid himself of.

The keys dropped from his hand into the little dish beside the front door with a loud clank. He made his way over to the couch, plopping himself down as the weather outside expressed its rage through howling winds and rampant rain.

His phone slid out of his pocket the further he sunk into the piece of furniture, almost as if the world was urging him to call you. He wanted to oblige, he wanted to call but a little piece of him was afraid of the unknown. He couldn’t figure out what was irking him, something he believed would potentially severe his only lifeline.

His finger brushed up against the cold surface of the device, chuckling as he reminisced on the time you stuck little stickers by each button detailing what each did. He had the mind of a camera but he couldn’t seem to remember how to work a tool of the modern age.

Spencer jumped slightly right as the sound of the roaring thunder outside filled his living room. He was a grown man but he never really got over his fear of storms of any kind. The situation was made worse by the flickering of the lights above him, the indecisiveness of the bulbs eventually gave way when the lighting was abruptly stolen.

He sunk further into the faux leather under him, clutching the tiny black box close to his chest while he tried to work up the courage to call you. His finger migrated to your contact and hovered over it, a war of thoughts in his mind clouded his decision.

All the bad memories he thought he had gotten rid of started to flood him again.

He squeezed his eyes shut as he tried to wish away the dark just as he did as a child. Spencer itched to hear the monotonous ringing followed by the sound of your voice picking up the phone, he was just too afraid to make an objective decision.

Right as he was about to hit the little green button under your name, a quick succession of knocks sounded from his door. There wasn’t one bone in his body interested in indulging whoever was on the other side, leaning his head back against his couch as he stared at the painfully lit screen surrounded by the darkness around him.

“Spencer?”

His ears perked up when the sound of your voice registered in his brain. Maybe it was a sign to get over a problem that may very well be an imaginary obstacle constructed in his troubled mind.

“Spencer,” you yelled louder than before, knocking harder on the only thing keeping you and him separated, “Spencer? Are you there?”

Without thinking, he shot up and stumbled over to the door in the dark. He raced to get to you, his heart pounding against the walls of his chest to be in your arms once again. He was foolish to think that he could ever stay away from you for as long as he thought he would.

The little problem he perceived could stay unresolved for all he cared, it didn’t matter as long as he had you.

“Spencer!” You knocked even harder, “Spence-”

You were cut off when he opened the door and pulled you into his chest. You smiled as he placed small, eager kisses on your face and shut the door behind you with one kick.

“I missed you,” he whispered against your skin.

You smiled, giving into his tight grasp and hugging him back. He snuck his head into the crook of your neck and wrapped his arms around your waist, mimicking the strength of a cinched corset. He could already begin to feel the cloudy, gray feeling begin to fade just by touching you.

“I missed you too.”

“Wh- why are you here?” He pulled away, shivering as the temperature decreased by the minute.

“The power went out in the whole city while I was driving here,” you tucked a piece of his hair behind his ear, removing the fallen strand to reveal his concerned face, “I didn’t want you to be alone in a storm.”

“I hate storms.”

You giggled, pulling him into you while rubbing his back soothingly. “I know,” you comforted.

“I hate the dark.”

A little piece of you broke hearing him say that, knowing that the dark wasn’t what he was so afraid of. He was afraid of the feeling the dark reminded him of, all those nights spent by himself without anyone there for him— the feeling of being alone.

“I know, that’s why I’m here,” you replied, running your fingers through his hair as all the strangling thoughts washed away with the downward motion of your hand.

“I- I was going to call,” he pouted slightly, his fingers continuing to dig into your waist as he held you.

“Why didn’t you?”

He shook his head, quieting his voice to match the eerie atmosphere. “I didn’t want to bother you,” he admitted.

“You’re never a bother, Spence,” you kissed his cheek, “Never.”

He nodded, hurriedly pulling you into him once again once another flash of lightning struck with the sound of thunder following shortly behind it. You giggled into his chest, partly amused by his irrational fear.

You reached into your bag, struggling to find what it was you were looking for. You smiled as soon as your fingers felt the faint outline of the little things you brought to distract him from his fear of ‘the inherent absence of light’.

“What are those?” He followed you as you placed what looked like cylinders of plastic on top of his tables and stacks of books.

You flicked the switch on the bottom, illuminating the room with a soft glow. “They’re battery-operated candles,” you said, walking around and turning more of them on until his once gloomy apartment was lit with artificial light, “I know you don’t have any real ones because you don’t want anything to happen to your books so I bought these, you know, for a rainy day.”

He laughed, helping you turn the rest on.

“Sorry,” you giggled, running into him in a particularly darker corner of the room and moving out of the way to continue lighting up the spaces that were consumed by darkness.

There it was again, the nagging feeling that something was missing. He could feel every physical reaction to being with you— the usual racing heart, sweaty palms, incoherent stuttering, and rosy cheeks— but he could never put them together. He was sure there wasn’t anything he was missing, recounting every feeling that had surfaced when you were around, he just didn’t know what it meant.

It was like there was a broken connection somewhere inside him, unable to piece the logical and emotional together. He knew what you did to him, he just didn’t understand why he always felt like some things were incomplete.

“That’s better,” you took a step back to look at his dimly lit living room. The little candles didn’t do much to help. He still couldn’t see a thing but the thought of having some form of light was comforting compared to the all-devouring darkness that made it impossible for him to distinguish you from the lamp nearby. He continued to tell himself that the lights that once radiated from the ceiling were superfluous when he could rely on his sharp memory to see you— every aspect from your face to your body ingrained in his mind.

Thinking about you was the only thing that could keep him calm amidst the torrent weather that mirrored his thoughts.

He nodded, turning on the last candle before walking over to you and wrapping his arms around you once again— a habit he didn’t plan on growing out of. You returned the embrace, locking your hands around his back while reaching up to give him a kiss.

Before you could, a loud rumble of thunder scared Spencer’s inner child— sending him tumbling backward with you in his arms. He tripped on a little pile of books and landed right on his carpet. You laughed into his shoulder as he squeezed you tighter than before, still shaken up from his sudden journey towards his floor.

“Spence,” you lifted your head to see his slightly distressed face, “What can I do? How can I help?” He was stuck thinking back on the times he hid away under his bed as a little kid, afraid of the claps of thunder and flashes of lightning that sent his mother screaming.

“I- I think I need a distraction,” he gulped, “Like um, something that’ll take my mind off of what’s going on outside.”

You got to your feet, offering your hand to help him up. “What kind of distraction?”

“I don’t know,” he huffed, “I- I just need something, anything.”

He could see the gears begin to work through the distinguished look in your eyes. Maybe he put too much on your shoulder, piling his mountain-high problems on your grounded back. The tension in the air was thick with a medley of feelings that didn’t help lift the already desolate mood.

It was quiet and timid but all he could seem to focus on was you. You were a distraction in itself, constantly luring his focus into a trap with your inescapable laughs and blinding beauty. The two of you stood there without an echo of sound or a blink of an eye.

“I-” he struggled to come up with something to fill the silence, “We could-”

He stood still, eyelids paralyzed as he felt your soft lips press up against his. Spencer was motionless as he was stunned by the sudden spontaneity of your behavior, the tension in the room suddenly shifting to one filled with dizzying desire.

You pulled away to look at him, afraid that you had gone too far. His lips were parted slightly, glistening with evidence of where your lips were two seconds ago.

He could hear your labored breathing, wanting more but too fearful of his reaction to take another step towards him. At that moment, there was no decision for you to make. The taut thickness in the air was taken away right when he leaned down to connect with your lips once again, fully prepared for the addicting events that would unfold.

You ran your fingers in his slightly knotted hair, tangling each golden brown strand the more you tugged from your eagerness. He moaned into your mouth with each tug you gave, his hands running up and down your body to intensify every surge of energy with the friction caused by his rubbing. You could feel yourself shiver under his touch with each passing moment his hands were on your body. Spencer continued to grab and grasp and pull at your clothes, frustrated that such constricting pieces of fabric were the only thing keeping the two of your bare bodies separated.

All the thoughts about the storm had vanished completely, the little doors that were opened back to the bad memories he had of his childhood were shut and closed the moment your hands made their way to his body. You licked his bottom lip and waited until he parted them slightly before you slipped your tongue inside as he quickly pulled you towards the couch.

He landed on the bottom while you moved to straddle him carefully, already feeling how incredibly hard he was from the kiss you had only intended to last for a minute that had drawn on for the next thirty.

Every second and every moment was filled with an unmistakable passion he felt every time he was with you. Your kisses had never been so hungry, so starved like they were then and so many times before. He never detected the fluctuation before but the change had never been so apparent as they were then. Spencer could feel how every part of him yearned to be yours on a molecular level as the energy in your body electrocuted him with every touch.

Your hands slid up his chest, landing on the very top button you rushed to undo. He smiled against your lips at your greedy fingers quickly unbuttoning each little rounded piece of plastic on his shirt. You finally finished undoing the last one, expecting to feel his bare skin beneath your palms but you were sorely disappointed when you felt his cotton undershirt instead.

You sighed, frustrated.

“Impatient,” he teased, sliding off his dress shirt and pulling off the white one underneath with a single swift motion. Each flash of lightning lit the room as you saw his chest in short increments, already feeling your underwear dampen.

You started to believe that you had actually initiated this whole thing more for your pleasure than for his, but it didn’t seem like he was too bothered— completely focused on sucking away at the tender skin of your neck. He enjoyed losing himself in you, gladly taking part in a distraction while being able to make you feel how much he enjoyed you. His nimble fingers worked away to help you shed off your layers, helping you shimmy off your outer coat leaving you in your thick knit sweater. Under normal circumstances, Spencer would revel in how beautiful you looked but he could barely see a thing— another reason why he hated being in the dark. He couldn’t see you and your body was everything he wanted, you were everything he wanted.

You began to rock against his hard dick that was confined by the fabric it strained against, desperately trying to break free from the expensive material of his pants to find you. He threw his head back at the added pressure as the tightness in his chest began to grow and spread to the rest of his body, moans falling from his swollen lips— all red from the sucking and biting it went through with you.

Your skin felt so hot against his cold hands, the discrepancy in temperature left the feeling of little pin-pricks where his hand ghosted over the side of your body. Slowly, he slid your sweater over the top of your head to reveal your lacy bra. From the little flashes of light that seeped through his uncovered window, it was black with little embroidered flowers in a metallic purple thread.

Your lips pressed up against the top of his chest as your hands caressed his arms and rested teasingly on his belt. Your thighs began to loosen their grip on his hips, making your way down until your face was level with his dick. “You don’t have to,” he whispered, leaning down to speak to you. “You need a distraction,” you kissed his cheek softly, “I’m more than happy to be just that.”

“Are you sure, b- because we can stop right now if you don’t-”

You kissed his lips as your hand cupped the side of his face. “Spence, I want this. I want to do this for you.”

And once again, the mystery returned and reminded him that there was something missing. Your words hung in the air right as he realized what it was. The world around him stopped turning, the bullets of rain that shot down from the sky paused in the short moment the glimmer in your eye solved what he worked so hard to figure out.

He loved you.

That was the answer.

His heart knew before his mind had been able to process the mere idea of being in love with you. But in that moment, where your eyes paralleled the shining stars in the sky and his heart bloomed with a mysterious feeling he never truly acknowledged until you came to him, he knew that the missing piece was right in front of him the whole time.

Spencer should have known, it was a given since the moment he met you. His love for you was preordained and he should have come to that conclusion when he first recognized the problem. It wasn’t about the sex or the fact that you sitting there about to suck him off, it was about how willing you were to make him feel better despite his irrational, childish fear and how he was just as willing to do the same for you… if not more.

He couldn’t explain how he knew, he just did— the ground beneath the cliff he hung off of appeared just as quickly as he fell.

Your hand pushed him back onto the couch while you unbuckled his belt. He lifted his hips slightly, cooperating with every motion you prompted him to do as you unzipped his pants and pulled them down along with his briefs in one swift motion.

The darkness, aside from the occasional flash of lightning, stunted your vision so you saw through touch. You smiled, your hand making its way around the base of his dick. He bit his lip, hands gripping at the side of his couch with his nails scratching at the expensive faux leather in his frenzied state.

His mind was blurred in a haze of physical and internal pleasure. He could only focus on the way your hand wrapped around him, thumb swiping at the tip which led him to suck in a sharp breath— the last he’d take if you kept going so painstakingly slow.

You giggled, taking how frequently he bucked his hip into your hand as a desperate plea for you to continue. You obliged and used the precum that had collected at the top of his dick to slick the rest of him, placing your lips onto him as you sucked lightly— easing him into the first of many waves of pleasure.

You began to bob your head, taking him in your mouth slowly as your hands followed the rocking motion of your head. Every moan and whine of your name sent a rush of electricity down to your core that waited impatiently for him. He relished in your adamant pace, rushing to get him to his high without thinking about yourself.

You opened your eyes and looked up to see his face fully flushed, hands roaming across the couch not knowing where to grab to release the pent-up energy brought about by the pleasure. You moaned just thinking about how hot he looked sitting there completely wrapped around your finger while you were wrapped around his dick. He was yours, a simple fact that was practically written in the stars despite the rain clouds that covered them.

His heart pounded against his chest as the waves of pleasure washed away the horrid thoughts that clung onto him before.

He needed you.

Spencer began to thrust up, fucking your face as you complied by hollowing your cheeks. He continued to use you, hitting the back of your throat as each thrust into you brought him closer to where you worked so hard to get him to.

Before he could finish, Spencer wrapped his hands in your hair and pulled you off of him. He used his finger to wipe the trail of spit that tied you to him, confusion written all over your face. He was so carried away by the fleeting spurts of satisfaction that he forgot all about his uncovered feelings.

“Spencer? You stopped me before you finished,” you spoke, concerned that he regretted what happened.

It wasn’t the first time the two of you had had sex, but it was the first time he finally unearthed his love for you that was embedded deep inside him.

He stopped himself before he could expose his new finding, afraid that he’d scare you off while the two of you were in such a vulnerable state.

“Let me take care of you,” he cooed, a soft look of love on his face. He helped you to your feet, brushing the hair that stuck to the side of your face behind your ear.

“No, this is about you,” you tried to reason with him, thoughts whirling from his touch.

He shook his head. “No, this is about us.”

His hands went down to your pants, sliding them off sensually as he leaned down to kiss your neck with nothing but love and adoration each time he came in contact with your skin. You wrapped your arms around him, leaning into his touch and allowing him to take over your body.

“Let me take care of you,” he mumbled against your skin, fingers working to undress you quickly. He slid your pants down your body, using his hands to lead you into his room. The two of you giggled every time you bumped into a wall, finally landing on the edge of his bed.

Instead of joining you on top of the mattress, he slid to his knees and began to kiss up your thighs. You gasped while his hands roamed your body to chart the uncharted, to explore the body he loved the most with a newfound mission.

You were everything to him and he needed to show you.

His fingers played with the waistband of your underwear as he slowly made his way to your core on his directed route up your inner thighs. Every kiss, every touch had you melting into him— your hands moving to his head and playing with hair to distract yourself from the painful build up of anticipation.

Instead of discarding your underwear on the floor like he usually would, Spencer moved it aside as he continued to kiss up towards you. He finally reached his destination and kissed your clit, a loud and audible moan fell from your lips.

You pulled tighter on his hair which only encouraged him to continue, sending him deeper into you as he licked up the wetness that had built up earlier. Without hesitation, he slicked his fingers with your arousal and slid two fingers inside you while he sucked at your clit.

You wrapped your legs around him in a visceral reaction to the delightful buzz of ecstasy that stemmed from where he was pumping his fingers inside you. You couldn’t help but pull him closer into you while you rocked your hips into his lips that worked tirelessly to pleasure you.

His one free hand snaked around to your back, skillfully unclasping your bra from behind and sliding it off of you. He immediately wrapped his hand around your breast, taking your nipple in between his fingers to amplify the immense sensation of paradise.

You were beautiful inside and out, he didn’t need any light to see that. Every motion of his hand, every placement of his lips worked to show you how much he loved you whether or not you knew it. He couldn’t contain the overflowing feelings inside him, trying his best to convert the unfathomable depths of his love into something tangible.

Nothing else mattered, not the storm or the power outage— the only thing that mattered to him was what was gifted to him by the divine, you.

You arched your back when he began to curl his fingers, hitting your g-spot and stimulating you from the inside out. He didn’t need to try hard to get you to your climax, you were already fast-approaching your high when you kissed him.

“Spence,” you moaned, “Spencer…”

He groaned into you, the vibration almost tipping you over the edge of your tightrope. He knew you were almost there, quickening his pace to send you over the edge with passion and lust. Before you knew it, the end had arrived to catch you convulsing with your seismic orgasm.

He continued to fuck you with his fingers despite your already-reached climax, his fingers using your cum to move deeper inside you without any resistance. He lifted his face from your clit, seeing you with your head buried in his sheets as you seethed with lush euphoria.

“Sp- Spencer,” you struggled to get the words out, delirious from the overstimulation, “P- please.”

“I know, darling. I know,” he comforted, running his hands across your stomach to soothe your multifaceted pleasure, “One more time for me, show me how good I make you feel. Can you do that for me, hm?”

He waited for your answer which came in the form of a frantic nod, hands pushing him back towards your throbbing cunt. Spencer smiled, going back to sucking and nipping your clit lightly. His fingers didn’t let up as they continued to thrust into you at a fatal rate.

All the air was sucked out from your lungs, barely being able to breathe as the thoughts of him overtook your body. He was all you could think about, making you feel like no one else ever had. The intensity of your orgasm had been heightened in the dark since you were unable to see or anticipate his next moves, only feeling him hit you with every lecherous move as they came.

You writhed in his grasp and grasped at his soaked sheet as you reached your second orgasm of the night. You tried to stifle your moans by biting your lips but the overwhelming rapture scared away all the logic in your brain, the lewd sounds falling freely from you to Spencer’s satisfaction.

“Good girl,” he cooed, removing his fingers from inside you, “I knew you could do it.”

As your consciousness returned to your body, you pulled Spencer up to you. He planted his lips on yours, the addicting taste of the both of your mixing on his tongue. He wrapped his arm under you and pulled you up further onto the bed while sliding off your underwear he had previously left on. Working his way up your body, Spencer left fiery kisses that burned your skin with a scorching heat that crept up to your face.

No words were exchanged, the feeling of both your bodies flush against the other was enough to communicate the need for one another. He couldn’t brush away the thought of saying it out loud, saying that he loved you out loud. It was a dream and a gamble he wasn’t sure he was willing to take. Was it enough for him to keep quiet until he was sure that you felt the same way, or was he too impatient to wait— having to give in to the all-consuming and loving sentiment that tormented his heart?

He had never felt so anxious to say something seemingly so trivial. Everything he did told you that he loved you but why wasn’t it enough for him?

“Spencer,” you huffed breathily, pulling him closer into your body until he could feel the longing beats of your heart clearly through your breast, “I need you.”

He laughed, “I know, baby. I’m getting there.”

He used his fingers to slick his dick with your cum, pumping a couple of times before lining himself up with your entrance. He met your eyes, propped up on one of his hands and supported by your touch. You were ready for him, the same butterflies that were in his stomach when he first met you reappearing in such a crude situation.

You nodded as he entered you slowly. He silenced you with a kiss, absorbing the loud sound of your gratification with his mouth.

He thrust into you slowly at first, picking up his pace with each passing moment. His rhythm was greedy, increasing in speed at a crazed and animalistic rate as he tried to quell the part of him dying to let out a secret that wasn’t deemed his to keep.

You wrapped your legs around his waist, allowing him to fuck you deeper with each passing stroke inside you. He groaned into your ear, biting slightly to repress the urge to blurt it out. Your nails raked across his back as you processed the feeling of him inside you.

“Look at you,” he moaned, “You’re so pretty, fuck, taking my dick so well.”

You nodded as he kissed the tears away from your eyes, his heart breaking at the sight of how helpless you looked beneath him. How could he keep it in when all you did was take down every single defense he put up with nothing but a glance in his direction.

Everything in that moment stopped, nothing else mattered. It was just you and him feeling the other in a timeless act that worked to dispel the fears and plaguing feelings of the real world. You were his fantasy, a break from the terrors of real life— his compelling fiction in a world of nightmarish reality.

He placed his forehead against yours with his cock slamming into you, torn to shreds by the passion you instilled inside of him. The feeling of your clenching around him, wet and hot, defeated the restraint he had worked so hard to keep. All the rain in the world, all the darkness and thunder could never scare him away from you as his surroundings blurred— the only clarity in his life was provided by his love for you.

“Fuck,” you screamed, shuddering beneath him with your nails carving your unadulterated pleasure into his back so he’d never forget— they were scars he didn’t mind keeping.

Tears pricked your eyes after reaching your third high, pushing his hair out of his face. He moaned a slew of profanities right as his release surged through his body in an unrelenting abruptness that challenged that of his pace.

He collapsed on top of you, the warmth of his cum inside of you helping you come back to yourself after your otherworldly experience. You kissed his cheek, effectively waking him up from his short-lived break from what took so much out of him. He rolled over to lay beside you after gently pulling out, grabbing a tissue on his nightstand to clean up the mixed mess of your arousal before it had a chance to slide down your thigh uncomfortably.

“That wasn’t what I expected when I said I needed to be distracted,” he laughed, hoping to aerate the tension that built up after the intense sex you just had.

You giggled, “Did you want me to do something else?”

“No,” he admitted shyly, “I don’t think I’d want it any other way.

The air was quiet, stilling, contemplative. He looked into your eyes and wondered how he ever thought he could walk away from you, his treasure in a sea hidden among the ordinary.

“I never stood a chance,” he whispered, hands wiping away the bead of sweat that ran down your forehead and tucking your knotted hair behind your ear.

You furrowed your brows. “What do you mean?” You asked, brushing your fingers up against his jaw which only added a pink tinge to his cheeks.

“I thought that I could ignore my curiosity when I first saw you and then I thought I could keep things casual when we started going out, but I never stood a chance… not against you. There was no way I couldn’t love you.”

“Spence…”

He smiled grimly, preparing himself for the rejection he knew he’d face. “You don’t have to say it back, I know it’s really soon and you may not ever feel the same way. I just needed to tell you that I-”

“I love you too, Spencer.” Your words lit a little ember inside him, fueling the dangerous hope that resided in his heart.

“You don’t have to lie.”

You shook your head. “I’m not,” you cupped his face and leaned in closer to give him a kiss, pulling away and looking into his eyes with a truth that shined brighter than the sun, “I promise. I love you.”

“I love you too,” he laughed, pulling you into his chest and kissing the top of your head. You wrapped your arms around him, giggling at how unsure he was when you had felt that way for days on end— trying to figure out a good way to confess your feelings.

The mystery was solved, case closed like the many he tackled on his job, except this one was much harder. He had never been so blinded by something so simple.

He loved you and he wasn’t afraid of the dark, no longer quivering alone like he did as a child.

Spencer realized that he really didn’t need any light to see, not when he had you…

His darkness lit by love.

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serious-goose · 2 years ago

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Considering the dearly beloved Stedebot (stedebonnet967) has been officially terminated by staff 🪦 😔 I thought it was time for a bit of a reveal. Twas I, pandasuplex, who created one of the Edbots (@edwardteach816). With the help of irl bestie @oysternuggets.

I also wanted to thank the OG creator @forest-sprites for the laughs. And I'm sorry if things got a bit overwhelming after a while. You had a great idea and we all sorta ran with it. 💜 To my fellow Edbot, you're a legend by the way @edward769 asdfghjkl

It made my Christmas Eve posting with you all. I sincerely apologize if anyone thought I was an actual bot posting spam on the fandom tag. It was truly just jokes and japes. The account is still active and staff hasn't terminated him (yet).🤞🏻

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just-another-author-i-guess · 2 years ago

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Hi!

i just wanted to know if your requests are open and if they are i wanted to request something with Judd birch x GN!reader like their in highschool together and known each other for years because of leah (your her bestfriend) and he kinda falls in love with the reader and only soft and fluffy around them, all fluff x

-Markus

Hi <3 my requests are open, I’m just bad at getting through them lol

Tags: Judd Birch x gn! Reader, very cute, very fluffy, Judd is emotionally constipated, sex references, this is a big mouth fanfic cmon, I also still don’t know how to write hormone monster dialogue, talk and mentions of masturbating? Idek man, I didn’t edit it through bc I’m lazy, I wrote this at 2 am

Authors note: hello! I hope you like this <3 I realized that I always write with fem! Readers in mind so this was a nice change, I hope it’s readable (: see you at the bottom lol

Word count: 1,8k words

Judd Birch is a simp:

It just sorta happened one day, like BAM he had fallen for you. Hard.

I mean, he saw you around all the time, at school or hanging out with Leah at his house so it took him a pretty long time to realize he liked you

Of course Maury had been by his side the whole time, telling him to do all sorts of lewd things to you but he never really took it seriously

To him you were still just the quiet little 12-year-old Leah befriended in 8th grade

Until you suddenly became so much more

Maury had been going on about how cute you were for a long time, but it wasn’t until your junior year that Judd started agreeing with his hormone monster

You had always annoyed him significantly less than all of his siblings other friends, so he tolerated having you around

You also never bothered him at school, unless Leah wanted him to drive the two of you home

It was the day after summer break, the start of yours and Leah’s junior year and Judd’s senior

He drove Leah to school and as soon as he parked, she basically threw herself out the van and ran towards someone

He slowly followed her across the parking lot, somewhat curious to see where she was going

She threw herself at someone, and it took him an embarrassingly long time to realize that it was you

But when he did, he was absolutely stunned. I mean, he straight up stopped in his tracks, mouth hanging slightly open

You had grown over the summer, seemingly both physically and mentally

You seemed so much more confident in yourself, and it seemed like you had found your own style too

He would never admit it in a million years, but he thought you looked really nice in your new clothes

‘Judd likes y/n! Judd likes y/n!’ Maury appeared behind him, mockingly singing about Judd’s newfound crush

Judd’s face morphed into a scowl, as he continued to ignore his hormone monster

‘C’mon man! I can see your little heart-boner from here! It’s obvious.’ Maury chuckled, pulling out a stethoscope and placing it over Judd’s heart, feeling his slightly increased heartbeat

“Oh, Judd! I’m surprised you actually showed up today,” You called to him, suddenly turning all your attention to the older teen

He quickly recovered from his shock, shoving Maury aside and putting on his usual stone-faced expression

The wind blew your hair out of your face as you walked towards him, and he had to admit.. you were quite easy on the eyes, and your voice sounded nice calling his name and-

He lost track of his thoughts when suddenly you were in front of him. ‘Here’s the plan. Ditch school, throw them into your van and plow them till you’re shooting blanks!’ Maury said, grabbing Judd’s arm and tucking him towards the van

Judd exhaled through clenched teeth, not even realizing he had been holding his breath as you walked up to him, Leah in tow

“Fuck off.” He scoffed, looking anywhere but your eyes. “Don’t you have to go help Leah with her gay ass theater group, or some shit?”

You grinned, unfazed by his foul attitude. “Alright, mr grumpy pants. I hope you had a nice summer though, it sucks I didn’t get to see you much.”

‘FUCK YEAH! THEY MISSED YOU?’ Maury yelled in victory, throwing a bottle of whiskey to the ground, shattering it loudly. ‘Hear that, judder-butter? My dick tells me you have a good chance with them,’ he purred.

Judd didn’t even notice Maury, face slowly flushing as he took in your words. Judd Birch was not one to blush, never had he been known to look anything but murderous, but suddenly his whole facade melted and turned bright red

He coughed. “Uh. Sure. It’s not like I have time to hang out with dumb ass kids anyways,” he muttered, painfully aware how both his ears and face was now bright pink

You crossed your arms over your chest. “You’re only a year older than me, dipshit.”

Despite the flush on his face, he still managed to look somewhat intimidating as he rolled his eyes and gave a low grunt. Just before he could clumsily come up with an answer, Leah pulled your arm

“C’mon y/n, we gotta go meet Daniel in the assembly hall,” she whined, causing Judd to finally pay attention to his younger sister and break his trance

“Go piss off to your gross theater group. I won’t pick you up, walk home nutsacks.” And with that, he walked off, leaving you and Leah in the parking lot

He finally relaxed as he rounded a corner, out of sight from you and Leah

‘NOOO! What was that? Get back over there and show them a better fucking time than whatever gangbang they’ve got going on in their theater group!’ Maury pleaded, throwing himself dramatically on the ground

‘Look! My little penis was so excited!’ Maury pulled a tiny penis out and held it in his hand, the creature giving Judd a disappointed sigh

Judd stopped walking, leaning against the brick wall he was walking past “Shut the fuck up.” He grunted, sending Maury a glare.

The hormone monster simply chuckled, unfazed by his anger. ‘But loook! How can you say no to such a cute little thing? He’s so sad, he’s getting all soft..” Maury stood up, shoving the little penis in Judd’s face. Sure enough, it was crying

Judd sighed deeply, thoughts of you flooding his brain. He leaned his head back against the walls, closing his eyes for a moment. “Fine.” He snapped. “Let’s go Jack off.”

Maury roared in victory, giving Judd’s shoulder a firm squeeze. “And this is why you’re my favorite, kid.”

After that, Judd started showing up to school significantly more

He started letting you sit in the front seat when he picked you and Leah up, actually leaving his room when you came over, going out of his way to do you small favors, ect

Let’s just say Leah caught on real quick

“You know Judd is totally into you, right?” She said one day, while you were sitting in her room, getting ready for a party

“Huh?” You said, too focused on smoothing out your clothes in the mirror to pay attention

“Judd. My brother. The psychopath. Future serial killer, he likes you.”

You paused, turning to look at her. She was lying on her back on the bed, head hanging down the side as she stared at you upside down. “No way. Judd hates everyone,” you said, searching her face for any signs that she was joking

She looked completely serious as she said: “Yes way. He’s a total simp. It’s almost cute, actually, like, in a deranged creepy kinda way,”

You scrunched up your nose, thinking back to your latest interaction with Judd. He didn’t seem that different, did he? There was that one time he got you free weed, multiple times were his raccoons escorted you places to make sure you were safe, not to mention all the car rides and-

“Oh my god.” You said, looking bewildered at Leah. She grinned, rolling around to lay on her stomach. “You know, I’ve never seen him not make threats at someone. You really did a number on him,” she giggled

Slowly, your face started to heat up and you turned away from your friend with a hand clasped over your mouth. “I mean, he’s always been nice to me- I just- I didn’t think it was a big deal?”

Leah got up off the bed. “Of course it’s a big deal! You even like all the same stuff! Have you seen the way he looks at you when you talk about horror movies? Or when he offered to lend you that one, uh, what’s it called? The game with zombies or something. But anyways, that’s, like the biggest deal ever!”

You hid your face in your hands, trying to conceal the large grin that spread across your face.

“But,” Leah continued and even if you weren’t looking at her, you could tell she was grinning too. “If you’re going to date, it better not interfere with the theater rehearsals,”

You huffed out a laugh, turning back to look at her. “I wouldn’t miss those hours of watching you flirt with Daniel for anything!”

Now it was Leah’s turn to blush, the conversation quickly moving on as she went into detail about whatever Daniel had done that day

After that, you finally started noticing Judd’s odd behavior

What he called flirting, some people would probably call kinda creepy, but you didn’t mind

You liked the stolen glances, how he got angry when he blushed, the quick touches and the long talks you would have about music and movies when Leah was doing something else

You also thought it quite funny how he could go from growling at his family, to looking at you with big puppy-dog eyes in mere seconds

He’s literally only like that to you, would never be soft in public either

You started having lots of movie nights, the guy always has a new low-budget gore-fest up his sleeve

But oh my god, he’ll get so soft if you fall asleep during a movie

Like, gently tucking you in under the blanket and cuddling up to you, he even trades his scowl in for a cute little content expression

Even if he just thinks you’re asleep, he’ll sometimes mutter a bunch of lovey-dovey stuff, don’t ever ask him about it tho bc he will deny it

I think I’ve said this in a previous hc, but high Judd is soft Judd

If you’re high and the mood is right, you could coax almost anything out of him

He’ll quietly say stuff like “you know I love you, right?” Or “I’m sorry I called you fuckface, I didn’t mean it. I actually really like looking at your face.”

On very, very rare occasions his family has caught him being soft

Like, you’re cuddling on the couch or something when Nick gets home from school

Or Leah catches him softly whisper to you while you sleep

She totally filmed it and uses it as blackmail.

“Drive me to rehearsals or everyone’s gonna see you being a simp for y/n” is the only threat that ever works on Judd

Anyways, he’s a good boyfriend but don’t expect him to be soft all the time

He is most of the time, but he also has quite the temper. If he ever says something truly mean to you, he’ll feel so bad about it though

He will beg Leah to talk to you if you’re mad at him

Don’t get fooled by his attitude, he’s so whipped for you

This was so cute (,: I love Judd

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