| Pairing: Jinyoung (Got7) x Fem!Reader | Tags: #angst #tension #jinyoungangst #jinyoungxreader | Word count: 865 | Genre: enemies to lovers
Summary: After returning from his military hiatus, Jinyoungโs agency pressures him into a fake relationship to combat rumors and restart his career. Y/N, a regular waitress, is hired as the other half of the arrangement. Theyโre supposed to keep things professional, but real feelings start to blur the lines as their contract nears its end.
Date: 02/05/2025
*AN: Such a long time no see, Ahgases! Since the Python comeback, I've tapped back into my roots and remembered what being an Ahgase was all about! Also, not gonna lie, for some reason, I wasnโt a huge Jinyoung fan prior to this because I always thought of him as a little cold, but after this comeback, I definitely understand now.
But I noticed new writing content hasnโt hit the market yet, so hereโs some to feed yโall! This will be a multi-part series. (By the way, Jinyoung is a little reserved in this, and there are mentions of him needing a career boost, but just know in reality, he is thriving and living his best lifeโso try to pretend as youโre reading!)
The scent of freshly brewed coffee lingered in the air as Y/N tied the straps of her apron behind her back, exhaling slowly before stepping out from the employee area. The morning rush had started, a familiar whirlwind of half-asleep customers, clattering cups, and the low hum of conversation.
She didnโt need to think much to get through the routineโher hands worked automatically, punching orders into the register, filling cups, sliding them across the counter with a practiced, almost mechanical efficiency.
โMedium Americano, no room for cream.โ She didnโt even have to look up before reaching for the cup.
The man standing before her barely spokeโhe never really did. He was one of those regulars who had been coming in for so long that he didnโt need to say his order anymore. Y/N barely remembered his voice, only ever catching murmured thanks or the occasional quiet nod.
His eyes were very cute though.ย
The day moved forward, one order at a time.
By mid-morning, the rush began to settle into something quieter. This was the part of the shift Y/N liked bestโwhen the cafรฉ still had a steady hum of activity but wasnโt overwhelming. She wiped down the counters, refilled the pastry display, and exchanged small talk with a handful of regulars.
She didnโt love this job, but she liked it. Liked the familiarity of it, the rhythm. It was predictable in a way that made life feel a little more manageable. And in a world where things were constantly shifting, that predictability was comforting.
Then, in a single conversation, that comfort was ripped away.
Her manager called her over as she finished wiping down a table, his expression hesitant.
โY/N,โ he said, rubbing the back of his neck. โI wanted to tell you before we make the announcementโฆ The cafรฉ is closing in two months.โ
She froze, fingers tightening slightly around the rag in her hand.
โWhat?โ
โThe rent is too high, and business hasnโt been good enough to keep up. The owners decided to shut down before it gets worse.โ
The words didnโt quite sink in right away. This place wasnโt just a jobโit was her stability, the thing that kept her going. And now it was slipping out from under her, just like that.
She forced herself to nod, even though there was a lump forming in her throat. โOkay.โ
Her manager sighed. โIโd start looking for something else now, just in case.โ
She nodded again, barely listening as he went on about severance and final paychecks. Her thoughts had already drifted ahead to the uncertainty stretching out before her.
That night, after an exhausting shift, she trudged home, craving nothing but sleep. But when she reached her apartment door, a crisp white notice was taped to it.
Her stomach twisted before she even read it.
Notice of Rent Adjustment.
Her fingers curled around the edges of the paper as she ripped it down, scanning the words quickly.
It was worse than she thought.
Her rent was increasing next monthโby a lot. She barely scraped by as it was, and without her job at the cafรฉ, she had no way of keeping up with it.
She stepped inside and let the notice drop onto the counter. The apartment was quiet, the kind of silence that made the walls feel smaller. She stood there for a long moment, staring down at the paper, her thoughts racing.
No job. Higher rent. No plan.
She tried to shake off the creeping dread, telling herself sheโd figure something out. She always did. But as she went through the motions of her eveningโheating up leftovers, absentmindedly scrolling on her phone, flipping through job listings she wasnโt qualified forโit became harder to ignore.
The weight of it all pressed on her chest.
She laid in bed that night, staring up at the ceiling, unable to turn her brain off. She thought about the cafรฉ, the regulars, the fact that soon, all of it would justโฆ disappear. She thought about her apartment, the place she had made her home, and how soon, she might have to leave it. She thought about what would happen when her savings ran out.
It felt like everything was unraveling at once, and no matter how tightly she tried to hold onto it, the threads kept slipping through her fingers.
By the time she finally drifted into a restless sleep, the anxiety had settled deep in her bones.
The next morning, still groggy from a night of tossing and turning, she went through the motions of getting ready for another shift. As she pulled on her shoes and grabbed her bag, she stopped by the mailbox out of habit, rifling through the usual stack of bills and advertisements.
One envelope stood out.
Thick paper. A professional seal.
She frowned as she tore it open, eyes scanning the contents.
It was from a PR company. A formal request for a meeting. A specific date and time. No explanation.
Her brows furrowed. This had to be a mistake.
But as she stared at the letter, seeing it was addressed to her specifically, she wondered what if anything did she have to lose?
ใi hear you like magic? i've got a wand and a rabbit!
part one | part two
๐ pairing: simon "ghost" riley x fem reader
๐ tags: nsfw, size kink, virgin!reader, oral sex, vaginal sex, rough(?) sex, some mild second-hand embarrassment perhaps, sex toys, edging, failed masturbation attempts, ghost takes your virginity and also maybe ruins you for literally anybody else ever again
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The ceiling over your head is drab grey and water-stained, the old paint peeling away in strips. Itโs an ugly sight, but you barely see it; youโre too busy trying to catch your breath.
The sheets beneath you are uncomfortably damp with your sweat, but you donโt have the energy to roll over just yet. You feel hot and itchy with frustration, and you scowl up at the ceiling above you as your fingers curl into fists. But even though you feel like laying in your now grubby-bedding for the rest of the evening, you canโt let yourself wallow. Thereโs going to be a knock on your door any minute, and this is not a position you want to be found in.
With an irritable groan, you haul yourself off the bed and to your feet. Your muscles ache and you feel too warm, but you reach for your clothes anyway. The worn cotton of your shirt feels scratchy against your skin, but maybe thatโs just because youโre still over-sensitive and irritable.
You can never quite bear to look at the aftermath of what youโd been doing, so you avert your eyes as you gather up the bright silicone and plastic devices littering your mattress. Itโs embarrassing now that the adrenaline has worn off and disappointment is beginning to set in, so you end up gathering them all up more roughly than necessary.
The term โtoyโ seems incongruous to you. It sounds too childish, too immature. It makes you sound like a stupid kid, as though you arenโt a young adult past twenty fumbling your way through sexual self-exploration. Itโs embarrassing, and much more frustrating than you ever would have predicted โ despite all of your clumsy, desperate attempts at pleasuring yourself, youโve never quite managed to reach that peak of pleasure youโve heard other people talking about.
You grumble quietly to yourself as you try to wipe away the sticky lube thatโs still coating your thighs. Your muscles are a little achy from all the tensing youโd been doing trying to come with that stupid vibrator, not even accompanied by the satisfaction you had been hoping for.
Itโs not as though youโve never gotten the opportunity to experiment with others; youโre not unforgivably ugly, you donโt think you have a bad personality, and for the past few years youโve been surrounded by military men that certainly arenโt known for being picky. And it certainly isnโt like you havenโt received your fair share of offers.ย
It just never seemed right. Youโre not overly concerned about โsavingโ your virginity or anything like that; itโs just that putting yourself into such a vulnerable position is scary. Youโre aware of the irony, of course, that youโd trust many of these people with saving your ass from catching a bullet in the field, but allowing someone to see you so intimately feels like a step too far.
Youโre still sweaty and flustered and naked when a knock sounds from your door, and you freeze. The doorknob turns, but doesnโt open; in that moment, youโre deliriously grateful that you had turned the lock โ itโs something that youโve forgotten to do on far too many occasions.
โLass, you in there?โ Oh god, itโs Soap.ย
Cursing quietly to yourself, you jolt into action. Your pants are crumpled at the bottom of your bed where you had shed them, and you hurriedly gather them up and struggle your way back into them.
โGimme a minute!โ You yell, praying he doesnโt notice the somewhat frantic edge to your voice.
You stagger slightly as you worm your way into your pants, and then lunge to grab the stupid dildo youโd just been trying to use. You feel your skin prickle with humiliation as you try to force the stupidly large silicone cock into your already full underwear drawer, jamming it shut roughly to hide it from sight. You donโt want to even imagine what Soap might have to say if he were to see what you had been doing; you think you might have to go full deserter mode and abscond into the wilderness.
โDid ye forget about drinks?โ Soapโs drawl carries through the thickness of the door. He doesnโt sound even slightly put out โ if anything, he sounds a little amused.
You pause, close your eyes, sigh. Fuck. You had not, in fact, forgotten about drinks, you just thought you had more time.
โNo, Iโ just a minute!โ You yell back, shoving your shoes on and trying to fix your hair.
You had completely lost track of time, and now you donโt even have time to rinse your sweat-damp skin off โ youโre going to have to sit through drinks with the squad all grimy, like a physical reminder of what you had been up to for the last two hours.
When you finally unlock the door and wrench it open, Soap is standing on the other side tapping a staccato rhythm on his thighs with his open palms. Heโs dressed casually in just blue jeans and a black muscle shirt, and he gives you a look of semi-disbelief.
โWhat the hell were youโโ
โGym.โ You interrupt, landing on the only explanation you can think of for your sweaty skin and messy hair.
Soap blinks, but apparently decides itโs not worth the effort to continue that line of conversation. He just shrugs, then turns and starts making his way down the hall, slowing his pace for you to catch up.
You exhale; Soap can be like a bloodhound when he suspects thereโs gossip to be had, and youโre relieved to have dodged a round of his relentless questioning. You suppose he can be surprisingly tactful sometimes, and he knows you well enough not to press you. Or, perhaps itโs because you come across as such a non-sexual being thatย it doesnโt even occur to him that there may be another explanation.
Thereโs an unofficial tradition that when the squad is on base, everyone gathers in the sparsely decorated recreation room for drinks and card games on Thursday evenings. It usually makes for an enjoyable night; Gaz and Soap can always be trusted to supply whatever bottles of alcohol theyโve managed to get their grubby little hands on, and itโs always amusing to watch Captain Price get increasingly more irate as Soap pretends not to understand the rules of whatever card game theyโre playing. The whole illicitness of having contraband on base only makes the whole thing more exciting; the COโs on base often turn a blind eye to the activity, so long as itโs kept under control.
But tonight, youโre distracted.
The others had offered a bit of good-natured ribbing when you and Soap had turned up late, but before long youโre all settled in a loose circle on the poorly-stuffed couches in the corner of the room. Gaz has already unstoppered a bottle of bourbon, and is attempting to convince a visibly unimpressed Price to play a game of Kings with them. You curl up on one of the worn-out couches opposite them, watching with a small if slightly stiff smile.
The atmosphere is relaxed and pleasant, almost enough to make you forget about the irritating buzz of unfulfilled arousal under your skin. You shift, trying to keep your movements small, subtle, to avoid the notice of your team. Your denim jeans are nowhere near as comfortable as usual, and you wonder briefly if you should have simply worn your cargo pants just to avoid the harsh friction of the denim.
You sit there feelingโฆ unmoored. You fidget, drink your smooth bourbon in sips in an attempt to avoid wincing, and try not to look as obviously out of place as you feel. Itโs been like this, recently. Joining the task force has been an accomplishment for you, a source of immense pride โ youโre the youngest member (just narrowly beating Gaz for the title) and a woman to boot, and though the squad has never treated you any differently itโs hard to kick the belief that you have something to prove.ย
You engage in conversations the best you can, but youโre distracted and you know it must be obvious. Your preoccupation gets you a couple of furrowed brows and glances, but there seems to be an unspoken agreement to give you some space.
You donโt even realise the extent of your distraction until a big body settles down on the loveseat next to you, and you jolt. True to his name, Ghost had appeared near silently, escaping your notice until he lowers himself down to sit next to you.
And damn, you forget how big he is sometimes. Itโs an average sized loveseat, but the lieutenant takes up over half of it. Heโs obviously being mindful not to consciously crush you, but heโs not being overly cautious when it comes to avoiding touching you. Heโs dressed unusually casually, and his thick, muscled thigh is wrapped in blue denim as it presses carelessly against yours.ย
โYou alright?โ He asks, his voice low and smooth as he nudges your knee with one of his big knuckles.
You havenโt been a member of the task force for long, but you would know Simon Riley by his hands alone, by the earthy salt-spice in your nose as he leans a little closer to peer at your face. You tilt your head up, unable to stop the small reflexive smile that breaks over your face at the sight of him.
โYeah.โ You breathe, hurriedly straightening up where youโre sitting. โYeah, sorry. Just thinking.โ
His sudden proximity isnโt doing your current state any favours, and you take a quick sip of your drink in an effort to collect yourself. Itโs taking a herculean effort not to stare at the way his biceps are bulging against the straining material of his black cotton t-shirt.
โWhatโre you thinking about?โ Ghost asks as he stretches out his legs with a tired groan. The sound is gruff and gravelly, and you feel blood rush uncomfortably to your cheeks.ย
โNothing.โ You say quickly.
He doesnโt believe you, that much is obvious, but Ghost never pushes and he rarely speaks more than he has to. He just gives you a glance, brief and knowing and far more penetrating than it should be, before turning his head back so he can watch the boys playing their card game. Heโs holding a crystal tumbler filled with dark amber liquid, but he hasnโt yet pulled his mask up to drink from it.
Your eyes drop to the thick, pale scars that mar the backs of his hands. You trace the path of the scar tissue, eyes lingering around the thick knuckles and broad palms, the way that he holds the glass so casually confidently. Heโs got nice hands, probably made all the more attractive by the fact that you hardly ever get to see them. Seeing Ghost without his usual long sleeves and gloves makes you feel like a Victorian pervert snatching stolen glances at a passing ladyโs ankles.
A quiet snicker causes your eyes to dart back to his face, and youโre mortified to find that heโs caught you staring.
โWhatโs got you in such a mood?โ He asks. Even through the mask you can tell that heโs smirking, though it doesnโt feel as though heโs making fun of you.
โJust one of those days, I guess.โ You say without meeting his eyes.
Itโs an evasion at best, but Ghost nods ponderously as though heโs giving this great thought. His stare is penetrating, those big brown eyes watching you as though he can see right through you. Maybe he can. You try not to get too caught up staring at his pale eyelashes, darkened by smears of eyeblack.
โDid something happen?โ He asks. The question is casual enough, asked as he lazily swirls his whiskey around in his glass, but his gaze is sharp and assessing.
โNo.โ You sigh, finally looking properly at him.
Itโs a little frustrating, but the squad has been like this with you from the start โ protective. Your whole military career has consisted of you veritably clawing your way up through the ranks, and youโve been surrounded by coarse, gruff men that have underestimated you all your life. 141 is different โ they donโt baby you, but the way they treat you is unmistakably softer than how they typically treat each other. The concern can be touching, if a little tiring sometimes.
And maybe itโs because heโs your lieutenant, but Ghostโs attention has always been just this side of overwhelming. It feels like youโre pinned beneath his dark eyes, his gaze somehow sharpened as he watches you from beneath his more casual balaclava, the skull pattern printed on his jaw adding another layer of intimidation. But his shoulders are relaxed as he sits next to you on the small couch, settling the weight of his attention over you like a blanket.
Youโve always respected him, admired him. How could you not? Heโs practically a living legend, his reputation larger than life, and heโs scary as fuck. But heโs also softer than you had expected, gentle when he needs to be. He still rides you hard in training, pushing you to your limits and taking no quarter, but you canโt begrudge that. Not when you know heโs working to keep you alive. Perhaps thatโs how the attraction had first bloomed; once it started, it was hard to stifle.
Ghost hooks one finger into his balaclava and pulls it up just high enough to expose his mouth, and he presses his glass to his lips to take a sip of his drink. You struggle not to stare like a moron, but he makes it so difficult. His lips are full and pink, and thereโs a rugged scar bisecting his top lip. His stubble is dark blond and short, and it doesnโt hide the various scars and marks that decorate his strong jawline.ย
You almost jolt when he pulls the mask back down, hurriedly averting your eyes and forcing yourself to look out across the room. Itโs not just the 141 thatโs decided to take up in the rec room this evening; there are soldiers from other units littered all around the room, laughing and joking, playing lazy games of pool on the table in the corner and smoking. The smoke alarm has been jimmied off the ceiling and the window is open, and even Price is turning a temporary blind eye to the blatant disregard for regulations in favour of puffing on one of his cigars.ย
Ghost shifts on the worn-out fabric of the couch, and lays an arm over the back of the headrest behind you. Itโs a casual, thoughtless movement, but it ends up pushing his body slightly closer to you in a way that makes you feel as though youโre about to catch fire.
You cross your legs, but the seam of your jeans presses into your pussy in a way that sends a frisson of heat up your spine. You hurriedly uncross your legs, and attempt to school your expression into casual neutrality as you force yourself to tune back into the conversation.
โโach, cโmon, Captain,โ Soap is saying in a wheedling tone that he probably thinks is endearing. โOne round of strip poker wonโt kill yaโโ
โNo.โ Price says in a voice like thunder, brooking no argument as thick cigar smoke pours from his nose. It gives the impression of an enraged bull.
Soap either is ignorant to the warning, or is choosing to wilfully ignore it. Judging by the sly gleam in his eyes, you can guess which. He turns to you then, and waggles his eyebrows.
โCโmon, lassie, youโll play, wonโt ya?โ He asks with a grin that promises trouble. โI guarantee youโll be a sight better than any oโ these louts.โ
โSpeak for yourself,โ Gaz pipes up, already grinning. โI was looking forward to seeing the Captain in his jocksโโ
Price promptly knocks his drink back, before pushing himself up to his feet with a grim groan. โRight. Thatโs enough of you lot for one night.โ
Gaz and Soap break into peals of laughter, settling back into their seats as they watch their captain march away.
โOfferโs still open, love,โ Soap says, still snickering when he looks over to you. โWanna play?โ
Ghost shifts, his wide thigh knocking into yours as his arm stretches behind your shoulders. He lets out a short exhale through his nose, but when you glance up at him you find him as stoic and hard to read as always.
You just roll your eyes. Itโs not the first time that theyโve tried to rope you into strip poker, and youโre sure it wonโt be the last. You can always trust Soap to start stripping his clothes off when heโs three drinks in, whether heโs playing a game or not, so itโs not surprising that he tries to involve other people in his bad decision making.
And itโs not a big deal, really. Thereโs been countless missions and operations that have ended up with all of you staying in uncomfortably close quarters with each other. Youโve seen them naked countless times, and the same with them for you. Itโs never meant anything, and you know that Soapโs teasing is exactly that โ you donโt think theyโve ever once looked at you through any sexual lens at all.
But even still, the joke flusters you more than it should.
โThink Iโll be joining Cap in going to bed, actually.โ You say, clearing your throat and setting your glass down on the low table in front of the couch.
The playful booing from Soap doesnโt do much to change your mind, and you stick out your tongue at him and Gaz as you push yourself up from the couch. You try to ignore the loss of heat at your side when you move away from Ghost, though you canโt help but glance back at the lieutenant. Heโs not looking at you, his gaze directed into his glass. You try not to feel disappointed about that.
You say your goodnights, and retreat from the rec room.
By the time you make it back to your dorm however, youโre already playing the conversation back over in your head and wondering if you had made the wrong decision.
Perhaps you should have just played the damn game. Despite your inexperience with all things sexual, youโre not actually all that shy about your body. On missions, you and the squad are often forced into tight quarters, and they've all seen you in various stages of undress before. It's hard to be self-conscious around a group of people that have seen you at your worst, whether thatโs soaked in blood, unshowered, sleep-deprived, or injured.
But you were so keyed up from your earlier failed attempts at masturbation that the thought of being so physically exposed in front of your squad is mortifying. It feels as though your unresolved arousal is still simmering through your veins, turning your thoughts slow and soupy and stupid.ย
Itโs not so surprising. Your preferred method of dealing with stress is coming back to your private bunk and messing around with your vibrator until youโve forgotten all of your problems. The problem is, youโve never quite been able to reach that climax youโve heard so many talk about.
Itโs not for lack of trying, and itโs not as though you havenโt come close to that toe-curling finish you crave so much. But itโs like thereโs some sort of block, something that always holds you back before you can go plummeting over that edge. Something that makes the buzzing pleasure dissipate before your eyes like smoke, leaving you worked up and so frustrated. Itโs probably inevitable that all those ruined finishes have built up like sludge in your veins, leaving you slow and distracted and irritable.
You eye your underwear drawer thoughtfully as you perch on your bed, before reaching inside and drawing out the same dildo you had been using earlier. You wonder if it would be too much to try again tonight โ the muscles in your calves still feel a little bit over-worked from training all day, and you have a feeling that straining in an attempt to reach an orgasm youโll likely never attain will only make it worse.
But the thought of Ghost in that stupid tight cotton shirt stays firmly stuck in your mind, and that really makes the decision for you. Before you can think too much about it, youโre sliding your jeans off and climbing atop your mattress. The sheets are dirty anyway, after all. May as well have some fun before you change them.
You slide your panties off next, then kick them to the side. Itโs difficult not to feel a little pathetic, but you push those feelings aside. So what if you have an embarrassing little crush on a superior officer? Itโs not like thatโs unusual within the military, and youโre quite certain that dealing with all that unresolved attraction like this is the most sensible thing you can do.
You fish out the bottle of lube you had been using earlier, and drizzle it liberally along the dildoโs length before setting it aside on the blanket. While youโve used your dildo plenty of times, you still struggle to grow accustomed to the stretch of it. Itโs a good dildo โ a vibrating one in the rabbit style, designed to stimulate your g-spot and clit at the same time. It was damn expensive too, but itโs one luxury youโre willing to indulge in.
You close your eyes, slide it between your legs, and hit the power button. A low bzzz emanates from between your thighs; you jerk at the immediate barrage of pleasure, your abs tightening and your legs twitching apart, creating more room between them.
Your body is quick to react, sweat prickling under your armpits and your heart thudding quickly in your chest. You can feel electric pleasure coursing through you as you press it against your clit, your toes curling into your sheets.
You bring the vibrator lower, your clit throbbing a little at its sudden absence before you press it inside, sighing. It slips inside much too easily โ youโre almost embarrassed by the easy slide. Youโre so wet, both from your failed attempt at masturbation earlier and from sitting beside Simon fucking Riley all evening. Itโs a deeper, subtler pleasure now, and you clench around it with a quiet moan.ย
You cycle through the vibratorโs different settings, making it buzz at odd intervals or lower intensities in your usual attempt to build up an orgasm. You wish, with sudden and mortifying clarity, that it could be replaced with a person. More specifically, a person with big hands and firm muscles that still have some soft give to them, and a toe-curlingly gravelly voice.
You squirm, shifting your hips to change the angle of the vibrator inside you. Without meaning to, you imagine Ghost. Itโs hard not to, considering your close proximity to him all evening. Your cheeks heat as you imagine Ghost actually being here, watching you all still and silent with that penetrating dark-eyed stare of his.ย
You huff out a breath, arching off your bed. This is always the best part. You have to ensure that you relish the build up, before it all fizzles out from between your fingers. You whimper, soft and quiet, clenching around the stiff silicone as it buzzes away inside of you.
Right as you press the soft little vibrating bunny ears to your clit, thereโs a knock on the door. Then, horrifically, like a scene from your fucking nightmares, your door opens.
โKid, youโโ
Ghost is already half-way through the door when he lays eyes on you, and then he goes completely still in your doorway.
โFuck.โ You hiss, scrambling to knock the stupid thing off.ย
You fumble for it, panicking. The end is slippery and you can barely manage to grip it. When you finally do, itโs difficult to pull out, your body still attempting to hold it inside. Itโs another agonising few seconds to turn it off, the vibrator unfortunately featuring one of those awfully thought-out designs that makes you have to cycle through every single one of the settings rather than hit an off-switch.
And then, finally, silence.
Ghost is living up to his name right now; heโs as stock still and silent as a dead man, stiff as a board as he stares unblinkingly at you. Youโre not even sure that heโs breathing, but you can see the whites of his eyes as he gapes at you, frozen.
You stare back at him blankly, hoping that your bed comes to life and swallows you whole just to put an end to your mortification.
At last, Ghost blinks, then finishes his sentence. โYou left your phone.โ
He lifts his arm. In his large, thick fist, is your stupid goddamn phone. You must have left it on the couch when you had gotten up to leave. You might have wondered at the lieutenant voluntarily bringing it to your dorm for you, but youโre hit with a wave of humiliation so strong that it wipes your brain completely blank.
โAh.โ You say, and your voice cracks. โThanks.โ
Thereโs a moment of mortifying silence, and then Ghost steps into your room. Your heart jolts right up into the base of your throat as he closes your door behind him. The click of the door is as loud as a gunshot in the silence thatโs settled over the room.
Ghost still hasnโt blinked. Heโs watching you with eyes that look almost black in the dim light of your room, intense as a predator.ย
โIโโ You attempt to speak, and your throat clicks dryly. โI didnโtโโ
Far too late, you realise that your legs are still splayed open. You snap them shut, inhaling a choked breath through your nose.
โI thought I locked the door.โ You finish lamely.ย
Ghost apparently decides to simply disregard that, which youโre honestly a little grateful for. Instead he steps towards you โ the enormous bulk of him feels as though heโs completely filling every bit of space in the room, sucking out all the damn oxygen.
โ...โS this why you were so distracted this evening, hm?โ He says as he approaches the bed. โYou were in a mood โcause you wanted to get back to playing with yourself?โ
Itโs not a question, exactly. At least, itโs not phrased like one. Ghostโs tone is knowing, with an undertone of gruff amusement. Youโre certain that youโre not imagining the rough, breathless quality to his voice either, though the thought sends nerves fizzing through your bloodstream.
โNo.โ You deny uselessy; itโs plainly obvious what you were doing, after all. โNo, I justโโ
He doesnโt wait for you to finish. His eyes are still glued to you, even though your thighs are now pressed together. Before you can stop him, he reaches down and takes a hold of your hot pink vibrator where you had been trying to hide it beneath your thigh.
โCute little thing.โ He comments, tilting his head to look at the dildo hanging between his thick fingers.
Mortification burns through you. A panicked sort of screech escapes you and you yank it back out of Ghostโs stupid big hand, shoving it under the blankets.ย
Perhaps if it had been anyone else, your humiliation wouldnโt be burning quite so intensely. But this is Ghost โ your lieutenant, the gruff man that youโve looked up to ever since you joined the task force. Heโs not a man famed for his patience, nor for his eloquence, which is making this situation all the more unbearable.
โLt,โ You wheeze, scrambling to sit up and cover your pussy with your hands as you squeeze your legs closed. โI swear I didnโtโ Iโm sorryโโ
But Ghost doesnโt seem interested in your apologies. Heโs still watching you as though he can see right through the damn blanket, as though heโs measuring you up and trying to come to a decision about something. In that moment, you hate your reaction to him โ no matter how humiliating this situation is, you want him to approve of you, even now.
โDidnโt mean to interrupt.โ He grunts, and then he sits down on your bed.
You gape at him. It feels as though your brain has stalled; youโre pretty sure youโre not reacting correctly right now. You probably should have screamed when the lieutenant walked right into your room without knocking. That surely would have sent him straight back out again. And even now, you should probably be ordering him out, telling him to leave.ย
But you donโt.
โI was.. um.. finished anyway.โ You manage to croak out. You sound so pathetic that you nearly make yourself cringe.
Ghost doesnโt answer immediately. He just watches you, his eyes as dark as ever beneath the mask. For a moment, you think heโs not going to answer at all.
But then he says, โDidnโt look like you finished to me.โ
Blood rushes to your face so quickly that it makes you light-headed as you catch his meaning. Oh, what the fuck. This is just adding salt to the wound now.
โI wasnโt trying toโโ You start, then cut yourself off. โThatโs not why I wasโ I was just trying to relax.โ
In the ensuing silence, you realise how silly you sound. At the very least, Ghost doesnโt laugh; he just tilts his head to the side, consideringly.
โLet me see.โ
You gape at him. โIโ sirโโ
โLet me see, sergeant.โ
Itโs not an order. Not quite. Ghostโs voice is effortlessly assertive, but it falls just short of being a command. You have room to refuse. You could tell him to get out of your dorm right now, and heโd do it. Knowing the lieutenant, heโd never bring it up again, either.
You drop your knees apart, spreading your thighs in an unpracticed, self-conscious sort of motion.ย
Under the lieutenantโs sharp gaze, your skin prickles and your nerves strain. Even sitting down on your bed, heโs a veritable behemoth of broad shoulders and thick corded muscle. His hulking form towers over you even now, and you feel so damn small as you lay there propped up against your pillows in nothing but a t-shirt.
Ghost has seen you naked before, obviously. You canโt afford to be prudish in the military, where you never know when youโll next have true privacy, and youโve changed out and showered with the squad countless times. Itโs never meant anything, and the men in 141 have never made you feel anything less than comfortable with them.
This, however, is different. This isnโt just a case of catching a quick glimpse of your nude form as you shower in the group shower rooms when youโre out on missions โ your whole damn pussy is out on display for him, still glistening wet and sticky from your ministrations and the lube youโd used.
Ghostโs inhale is as loud as a thunderclap. Youโve never felt so exposed, so vulnerable in another personโs presence. You feel a little ridiculous laying like this as he watches you, but another part of you feels so humiliatingly desperate for some kind of approval from your lieutenant.ย
At first, that approval is nowhere to be found. Ghost is notoriously difficult to read, and youโre beginning to sweat as you lay there waiting for a response โ any response.
At last, he makes a noise. Itโs part grunt, part hum, and part groan.
โYouโre still wet, sergeant.โ
Are you imagining it, or is his voice an octave deeper than usual?ย
Your eyes trace his face, trying to imagine what he looks like beneath the mask. You can see the suggestion of his nose, the square curve of his jaw. His darkened eyes are watching you so carefully that you feel as though youโre physically being pinned in place.
You swallow. โItโs justโ Iโโ
โYou didnโt get to finish.โ Ghost interrupts, with the air of completing your sentence for you.ย
You try to speak, but nothing more than a strangled sort of murmur escapes. You swallow hastily, then try again.
โI wasnโt going to. Sir.โ You tack on the title at the end as an afterthought, but this whole situation is so far beyond professional that you probably neednโt have bothered. โFinish, I mean. Iโฆ I never do.โ
Youโve admitted it before you can really think about it, and then you regret it wildly. You canโt help but wonder if youโve overstepped a boundary, but then again the boundaries are currently so blurred that theyโre virtually impossible to discern.
โYou never finish.โ Ghost repeats it. Slowly, staring right at your face, as though heโs confirming what youโve just said.ย
It sounds so much worse in his deep, gravelly voice.
Embarrassment blooms, thick and sickly in your stomach. Your legs start to twitch closed, too embarrassed to be having this conversation with your cunt bared like this, but then Ghostโs big paw of a hand reaches out to settle over your knee, keeping you open and exposed. Itโs so rare to see his hands ungloved, and the bare skin of his callous-roughened hand feels almost scorching hot against your inner knee.
โI donโtโ Iโve tried,โ You say, and you canโt help but feel as though youโre just digging yourself further into a hole, here. โBut I donโtโ Iโm not able to. I mean, Iโve come close, Iโm just not able toโฆ you know.โ
You trail off lamely, feeling like the biggest fucking loser ever. Why are you telling him this? Why the fuck havenโt you reacted properly, and kicked him the hell out of your room?
Deep down, a shameful little part of you already knows the answer to that. Youโre feeling awfully, sickeningly hopeful. Having Lieutenant Riley in your dorm, sitting on your bed and staring so hungrily at the wet, swollen parts between your legs feels like something out of your wildest wet dreams.
His eyes flick towards your pink silicone rabbit dildo, half-hidden under your blanket, and he grunts consideringly before reaching out and taking it into his hands again. Itโs standard-size, but it looks small in his big hands.
โYou ainโt doinโ it right, then.โ He says, so bluntly that you just blink at him. โShow me how you use it.โ
For a brief, wild moment, you wonder if youโre experiencing visual and auditory hallucinations right now. Surely you canโt really be experiencing this right now โ and yet the lieutenant is still watching you, and youโve never disobeyed a direct order before.ย
He hands you the vibrator, then waits expectantly.
Andโฆ well. All you ever try to do is impress him.ย
You shuffle your legs open a little wider, ignoring the flustered heat that scalds your cheeks. Youโve never been all exposed like this in front of another person, and the weight of Ghostโs eyes on you is reminiscent of being under a spotlight.
You swear his eyes darken even further when you press the stiff silicone rabbit dildo to your cunt, if itโs even possible for that gaze to get darker beneath the thick balaclava and eyeblack smeared over the narrow strip of skin thatโs visible.
The dildo sinks in so easily that itโs almost embarrassing, and your breath catches both from the stretch and the way Ghost leans in a little closer to see. Far from turning you off, you feel your body throb in response to his proximity, and your cunt flutters pathetically around the plastic toy. You shift, attempting to get a little more comfortable, but you canโt dispel the nerves fizzing in your blood as you attempt to push the dildo a little deeper under Ghostโs sharp gaze.
His big, hulking body is so perfectly still as he watches you that itโs making you a little nervous. The only reaction that you get from him is a small, considering hum, but even then you canโt figure out what it means. Your movements are a little clumsy, so hyper-conscious that heโs watching every single thing you do that you end up fumbling a little. Heโs looking at you in the same way he assesses threats, his intense dark eyes examining every movement and reaction you make. It makes you feel small and jittery, especially when you realise that heโs judging you by what youโre doing.
โYou gonna turn it on?โ He asks, and oh god his voice has definitely dropped lower and huskier. You know youโre not imagining it.ย
You canโt even bring yourself to respond with words. You just make a strangled sort of sound of agreement, then clumsily hit the on button. The toy buzzes to life once more, and your toes curl absent-mindedly into the sheets as the soft silicone bunny ears pulse against your clit.
It feels nice, but you canโt manage to concentrate on the feeling. Hyper-aware of Ghostโs attention, you let out a quiet moan as you shift the vibrator inside you. Itโs a little exaggerated, but you canโt help it โ you feel like you should be putting on some kind of a show.ย
You glance back at Ghostโs face, trying to guess what heโs thinking; even through the mask, you can tell that heโs frowning. You feel your stomach clench anxiously. Have you done something wrong?
โThis how you usually do it?โ He asks.
You swallow thickly, feeling a bit stupid. โUm.. yeah.โ
Ghost grunts. He doesnโt sound impressed.
โNo wonder you canโt come.โ He says wryly.
You go still, eyes widening. In the silence, the bzzzzt! of your stupid vibrator is louder than ever. A sudden wave of shame washes over you, and you start to close your legs again in an effort to block the sight of the toy stuffed into your pussy.
โOh,โ You snap sourly, your embarrassment making you irritable. โSo youโre the pussy expert now?โ
That startles a loud bark of a laugh out of the lieutenant, a sound so rare that you find yourself desperately trying to commit it to memory.
โThink I might know a bit more than you, sweetheart.โ He says. Heโs relaxed now, his wide shoulders rolling back. Heโs always so effortlessly confident, always so assured in himself and his abilities in a way that makes you feel like a silly little girl.ย
Judging by the way the corners of his eyes are just slightly wrinkled beneath the mask, Ghost is smirking at you. He finds this funny.
โWhat about when youโre with other people, hm?โ He asks, and his eyes drop back down to try and get a look at you again. When he realises that your legs are clamped tight together, he reaches out to guide your thighs apart again. โNo oneโs ever impressed you?โ
His hands are big and rough and hot, and your willpower crumbles like wet paper as you allow him to open your legs all over again. The vibrator is still buzzing sadly inside you, mostly forgotten about; the stimulation is nice, but itโs never been enough for you.
You huff a weak laugh. You should have known that this would come up, and now you find yourself floundering a little.
โNo oneโs ever tried.โ The confession comes out like a whisper, like a secret.
You can see the moment Ghost understands; realisation settles heavy over him like a physical weight, and the whites of his eyes flash as they widen just slightly. For a moment, he says nothing at all. He doesnโt move โ it doesnโt even look like he breathes.ย
โNo?โ He says, except it doesnโt really sound like a question. It sounds rough, and you can feel the almost convulsive motion of his fingers tightening around your knee.ย
You shake your head wordlessly, beyond embarrassed now.
Ghostโs wispy blond eyelashes flutter softly as his eyes dart down to your pussy, still humiliatingly stuffed with your stupid little vibrator. He takes a moment to stare, then looks back up to your face. Heโs so frustratingly confident about everything he does, not an ounce of shame in his posture even as you wilt beneath him.
โNever messed around with anybody?โ
โNo.โ You say, and it comes out on a wheeze. He holds your gaze without faltering, and you realise that heโs expecting you to elaborate. โNo, Iโ it just never happened. I was neverโฆ um, I was just always too busy, I guess.โ
โToo fussy, more like.โ He mutters, quiet enough that it seems like itโs a comment meant just for himself. You donโt know how to take that, so you chew your lip and stay quiet.
His eyes drop down to the vibrating dildo again, and you recognise something that looks like a flash of hunger. It feels like thereโs pressure building up beneath your skin, tight and hot, and your thighs fall open a little further. You feel raw and so, so exposed, but you donโt even care when Ghost is looking at you like that.
โLet me try.โ He says, the words falling out sharp and harsh as though he theyโve burst out of his mouth before he can stop them. Itโs not like Ghost to speak without thinking it through, perfectly calculated, and your breath catches a little at the offer.
How could you ever say no to that? You donโt really think that heโs going to succeed in making you come โ at this point youโre pretty sure your body is a little bit broken and youโre just not capable of orgasming at all, and thatโs whatever โ but the chance to get fucked by Ghost? To lose the lingering vestiges of your viriginity to your ridiculously hot, mysterious, massive lieutenant? Itโs like something out of a dream.
โOkay.โ You choke out, nodding stupidly. โYeah.โ
You want to be touched. You donโt think youโve ever actually felt the yearning for physical contact this strongly in your life; youโre practically holding your breath as you wait for Ghost to make a move.
Finally, he reaches out. His first move is to pull the stupid little dildo out of you, still vibrating, and you feel yourself clench convulsively around nothing as he leaves you empty and wanting. He spares it a brief, evaluating glance, and you feel yourself burn as you realise heโs examining how youโve soaked the toy.
He tosses it to the side, barely even taking the time to switch it off first, then turns his attention back to you. Heโs got that same kind of laser-focus he usually only gets out on the field, and you take a moment to feel incredibly grateful that youโre never going to be on the receiving end of that terrifying scrutiny on the battlefield.
It feels like your skin is too tight for your body, every nerve and synapse strained and primed as you wait for him to touch you. But heโs slow about it, as though he just wants to torture you a little bit.ย
When he finally reaches out to lay his hands on you, he doesnโt touch where you want him to.
His callous-roughened hands land on your hips, and pull you down the bed towards him. In the same move, he half-climbs up on the mattress, his huge form practically dwarfing you. Your head and shoulders are still cushioned by your pillows, but your legs are splayed open around Ghost where he kneels on your bed.
You glance down, unable to help yourself, unable to resist trying to catch a look at the outline of his erection pressing against his trousers, and oh. Fuck. Heโs big. You knew heโd be big, of course, heโs big all over, but Jesus Christ, maybe youโre a little out of your own depth hereโ
His thick fingers tangle in the hem of your t-shirt, stretching the fabric out. โTake this off.โ
You scramble to do as he says, grabbing at your top and pulling it up clumsily. You realise a moment too late that youโre not wearing a bra, but you suppose at this point it hardly matters. You drop your shirt to the side, and try not to feel too horrifically self-conscious beneath the burning hot gaze of the lieutenant.
Though you canโt see Ghostโs face, you can hear the soft exhale he blows out through his nose, just faintly muffled by the fabric of his mask. His eyes are trained on your chest, darting between each of your tits as though he canโt decide which one to settle on. After a long moment, he reaches forward and cups your left tit with one of his enormous hands, thumbing absently at one of your nipples.
Itโs silly; Ghost has touched you before. Lots of times. A nudge of the elbow accompanied by a conspiratorial eye roll, a clap to the shoulder, rough hands pulling you to your feet after training or applying white-hot painful pressure to injuries. But this โ youโve never been touched like this before, not by Ghost, not by anyone.
The shaky breath you let out as his big, rough thumb rolls over your firm nipple comes out as a strangled sort of moan that honestly startles you a little. The noise catches his attention, and he snorts.
โCanโt be that sensitive.โ He mutters, but then he reaches to thumb at your other nipple as though trying to be sure.
Itโs because youโve never been touched like this by another person before, you tell yourself. Truthfully, youโve never even touched yourself like this before. Youโve never bothered to play with your own tits; youโve always just gone straight to breaking out your vibrators. Now, with every brush of Ghostโs scarred fingers over the tight bud of your nipples, you think you must have been crazy to skip over this part of yourself. But then again, thereโs no way that your own hands on yourself would elicit the same sharp jolt that shoots from your breasts down your spine.
โSirโโ You breathe, struggling not to squirm where youโre laying. You wonder, somewhat deliriously, if it might be rude to demand your lieutenant stuff his thick fingers into your pussy. You can already tell that theyโre going to feel so much better than your own.
Ghost glances up at you, his eyes unreadable as he watches you bite at your lip. God, his little wispy eyelashes are so blondโ
โWhat?โ He says, his voice deep enough that you swear you can feel it rumbling through your bones. โSay it.โ
โWant to try your fingers.โ You breathe before you can second-guess yourself.ย
The laugh that rumbles out of Ghostโs chest is low and smoky. Itโs probably impossible to miss the way your eyes have been drawn to his hands all evening, so big and corded with veins and muscle and scar tissue. Youโve witnessed those hands crack bones and snap necks and break down doors, and yet you canโt help but wonder desperately what theyโre going to feel like when he starts touching you properly.
He adjusts himself on the bed; heโs a big man, hulking and huge as he kneels on your mattress, his weight causing it to dip. His palms wrap around your ankles with ease, and he hauls you into place with a grim efficiency that goes straight to your pussy.
โBig brute.โ You say, a little breathlessly.
He ignores you, using his arms to hold your legs open and wide for him. And all you can do is just lie there as he stares, because goddamn itโs like heโs been carved from steel and you canโt break out of his grip. Not that you want to break out of his grip anyway, but youโd really appreciate it if he actually got moving instead of just staring.
โFuck,โ He grunts after a moment, with the air of talking to himself. โBeen hiding this all this time, huh?โ
โJesus.โ You breathe in response, subconsciously letting your legs drop open even more.
He makes a low noise of appreciation, and finally reaches out to touch you properly. One thick thumb swipes through the seam of your cunt, and you feel the way heโs smearing the clear sticky wetness thatโs been leaking steadily out of you. With his now slick thumb, he drags up towards your clit and circles it with agonisingly light pressure.
You let out an embarrassing choked whine, your toes curling at the sensation. Somewhat ironically, Ghost is handling you far more gently than you usually touch yourself, and you find yourself flexing your hips in an attempt to get him to touch you with more pressure. He ignores your attempts, keeping his pace implacably steady and slow.
โDโyou always get this wet?โ
You canโt even tell if heโs asking you mockingly or if heโs being genuinely curious; it feels like every inch of your focus has narrowed down to the feel of his big thumb rolling those tight little circles around your clit, his touch scorching against you.
Itโs not exactly surprising that Ghost is good with his hands. Youโve seen the way he handles weaponry, locking and loading and aiming to fire with the kind of swiftness that comes from muscle memory, working with unwavering speed and precision. Heโs the same in hand-to-hand combat, moving with aggressive fluidity that overwhelms his opponents. Youโve caught hits from him before in training, and you know from experience that a punch from those big hands feels like getting hit by a cinder block.
But even knowing how deft and skilled his hands are, it knocks the breath out of you when he slides his middle and ring fingers inside of you, still rubbing steadily at the swollen bump of your clit.ย
When you exhale, it accidentally comes out as a moan. Your cheeks burn, but thereโs really no space in your brain right now for embarrassment to sink in. Two of Ghostโs fingers are the equivalent of at least three and a half of yours, and you feel yourself break out into an overwhelmed sweat when they twist and rub against the sensitive squishy spot in the front wall of your cunt.
Youโre so damn worked up, your arousal coiled like a knot in your lower belly from your failed attempts to get yourself off all day. Your back curves, humping yourself near mindlessly back up into his hand as he plays you like a goddamn instrument.
You barely even have time to consider how unfair it is that Ghost is so good at playing with you like this when he doesnโt even have a pussy himself, because then he pulls his fingers out of you.
โOh, no, donโt stopโโ You start to protest breathlessly, your chest still heaving, but the quick glance the lieutenant sends you has you falling silent.
Ghost glances down at his fingers. Theyโre all glossy from fingering you, and he takes a moment to eye up the way they glisten in the dim light of your bunk. You might have felt self-conscious about it, if you couldnโt see the unmistakable gleam of hungry interest in Ghostโs dark brown eyes.
He wipes his hand on the crease of your hip, but you donโt even get the chance to protest before he reaches up to hook his fingers into his mask. You go still, holding your breath in surprise as he pulls the material up until it bunches up around the bridge of his nose.
And thatโsโ well. Youโve seen his jaw before, and his mouth (Jesus, you had seen it earlier that evening, when he had been sipping on his smooth whiskey of choice), but the sight of his strong jawline and blond stubble and corded scars on his pale skin always manages to knock the breath out of you. And this time, heโs rolled his mask up even further than before, revealing a nose thatโs clearly been broken at least once before.
You probably shouldnโt stare so blatantly, especially knowing that Ghost always takes such pains to keep his face covered. Youโre not even sure if the other guys on the team have seen his uncovered face, except for Price, and you know that theyโve developed a habit of averting their eyes when he pulls his mask up for whatever reason. Itโs a habit that you never quite managed to develop yourself; youโre never able to stop yourself from gaping at him like a moron, drinking in all of the minutest details. Heโs never said a thing about your penchant for staring, so you can only hope that heโs chosen to ignore it.
Youโre so busy staring that it takes you by surprise when he grips your jaw with one massive hand and pulls you into a rough kiss.
The sound you make is small and startled, but itโs swallowed by Ghostโs demanding mouth. His lips are dry and a little chapped, but they feel scorching hot against yours. You reach up to grab at his arms โ mostly just to ground yourself โ but you find yourself almost immediately distracted by the firm bulge of his biceps beneath your hands.
Listen, youโve kissed people before, plenty times. Youโre in your early twenties, and just because youโre inexperienced sexually it doesnโt mean that youโre inexperienced full stop. But this, right now, kissing with Ghost, makes you feel as though youโve been doing nothing but fumbling your way through all of those encounters, like youโve been kissing wrong all this time.
Itโs slow and deep, at first. All-consuming. It lights a fire in your gut, which expands and spreads throughout your body until you find your fingers grasping desperately at the short cotton sleeves of Ghostโs t-shirt where itโs stretched over his thickly muscled arm.
Ghost doesnโt just kiss with his mouth, either. Itโs like a full-body experience with him; he puts his hands, his whole damn body into the kiss. He clutches you to him, holding you close even as the force of his kiss bends you backwards into the pillows beneath you. At the same time, itโs all you can do to concentrate and respond to the kiss itself, your attention stretched and strained by the feeling of Ghostโs hands running over you, stroking you sides and squeezing at your breasts and groping at the soft flesh of your hips and ass.ย
ย โHah,โ You gasp out when Ghostโs lips slide sideways to find the corner of your jaw. His mouth is hot against your skin, bruising, and you feel yourself grow embarrassingly wetter, just from a little kissing.
โYou good?โ Ghost grunts into your throat as he nips at the base of your jaw.
โUh huh.โ You manage to get out, still clutching at his meaty arms like theyโre a lifeline. โSo good.โ
His breath is hot on your throat when he rumbles out a deep chuckle, and then his tongue flicks out against your earlobe. It makes you forget how to breathe for a second, and youโre distracted when Ghostโs hand changes course, easing beneath your legs so he can press his fingers against your clit again.
Then he pauses, and his fingers slide lower, lazily hooking back and inside you. You tremble, horny and humiliated as you realise that your arousal is glistening all over your damn thighs, impossible to miss.
โFuck,โ Ghost mutters. โAll this for me, sweetheart?โ
โHnng,โ You whimper like an idiot as his fingers return to your clit, now slick and slippery. โIโm justโโ
He doesnโt wait for you to explain. Instead, he pulls his fingers out of you again and kisses you hard. The soft breathy noises you make are muffled into his mouth, and you wrap your legs around his waist automatically. Heโs built like a damn mountain, your thighs stretched wide to accommodate the bulk of him as he settles against the core of you.
He likes that โ he presses in close, and you can feel the hard line of his cock pressing up against you through the roughness of his jeans. Youโre so sensitive that the coarseness of the fabric is almost unbearable, but youโre able to ignore it because youโre so distracted by the sensation of his erection because holy fucking shit that canโt really be how big he is.
You gasp, the sound high and breathy, and you try to grind against Ghost, but itโs impossible because heโs so fucking heavy and heโs pinning you down on the mattress beneath him. Instead, all you can do is squeeze your legs and pull Ghost in even tighter, increasing the pressure between the two of you.
โIโm gonna ruin you,โ Ghost whispers, and it sounds like a promise. He drags his lips up your throat, then talks against the corner of your mouth. โYou wonโt be able to touch yourself again without wishing it was me.โ
The wave of desire that rocks through you almost pulls you under, and you swear you might have actually gotten so horny that you blacked out for a second, because from one second to the next Ghost has somehow managed to muscle his way back down between your thighs so that heโs eye-level with your cunt.
โWhat are youโโ You start to say, but then he loops his forearms under your knees to tug your legs wider, and you realise just how close his face is to your pussy. You swear youโre actually pulsing with arousal, and you wonder a little wildly if he can see that.
โOh, fuck, yes โ please,โ You blurt out, before Ghost has even gotten his mouth on you. He chuckles, low and amused. His grin looks predatory, but in this moment you really donโt mind being the prey โ not if it means youโll be devoured by that mouth.
Then Ghostโs mouth is against you, wet and burning hot. You cry out, barely noticing as Ghost throws one of your legs over his shoulders, spreading you open.
Itโs just the right side of overwhelming. Ghostโs mouth feels like itโs going to swallow you whole โ his tongue is huge and flat and firm as he licks over your clit, making your thighs quake on either side of his head. Itโs entirely unlike any of the fumbling masturbatory attempts youโve ever made โ you always enjoy messing around with your various little sex toys, but youโre swiftly beginning to realise that it could never compare to real human contact. Or at least, contact with Ghost.
His hands move from your waist to your asscheeks, his big palms squeezing the plump flesh there before using his grip to pull your body closer so that he can bury his whole face between your legs. The rougher material of his mask presses harshly into the sensitive skin of your inner thighs, but you hardly even notice it.
Your pussy has never been this wet before; it feels like youโve sprung a goddamn leak. You might have felt embarrassed about it if it werenโt for the way Ghost groans against you, his wide tongue laving flat and rough against the seam of your cunt as he practically gulps down all the sticky arousal you have to give him.
โOh godโ fuck! Sirโฆโ You sigh, spreading your knees farther apart so that Ghost can wedge his head further between your thighs.
Your ears burn as your room is filled with sounds of him tonguing at your cunt, the lewd wet squish of him working you over until youโre keening, your hips twitching clumsily until his hands tighten where heโs gripping the plump flesh of your ass to keep you still. Then all you can do is twitch as he licks over your clit in repetitive lapping motions, working in circles and then dipping down to shove his searingly hot tongue inside you. You can feel his teeth press against your labia even as he sucks at your clit, and the sensation sends hot bolts of pleasure rocketing down your spine.
Though you donโt mean to, youโre pretty sure that you make his job harder. You canโt stop wriggling, tossing your head back against your pillows and squirming on Ghostโs tongue in a wild overstimulated dance, like a fish caught in a net.
Finally, Ghost seems to have enough of your unco-ordinated flailing attempts to grind against his face. He reaches around your thigh with one arm to reach your clit so he can keep it stimulated as he gulps at the sticky sweetness of your cunt like a man possessed โ the action also works to keep your hips pinned down and still. You stop your frantic moving, but your spasms and sounds increase tenfold.
You can hardly believe it, but you feel something coming. A sweet, torturous build up starts in your belly, and you sweat and gasp as he licks and suckles at you relentlessly. Youโve never found yourself in this state so quickly before, with your legs trembling and your breathing heavy and shaky.ย
โOh.. ohโฆโ You breathe, beginning to arch your back.
You know this feeling โ this is where that sweet climax builds and builds, only to dissipate at the last agonisingly close moment. But this time, with Ghostโs big head between your thighs as his mouth moves against you, sucking, tasting, eating up everything you have to offer, the breath-taking pleasure doesnโt show any sign of slipping out of reach. It feels like for once you might actually reach that peak.
But then, right as youโre certain that youโre about to tip over that long-awaited coveted release, the bastard pulls away.
โNo!โ You practically shriek, attempting to sit up. โNo, I was so closeโ!โ
โLie back.โ Ghost orders, his voice like the crack of a whip.ย
You drop back obediently before you can even register that youโre moving, so conditioned to react instantly to that tone of voice coming from Ghostโs deep rumbling baritone. Your eyes are wide and betrayed as you stare at him, admittedly a little baleful.
God, but itโs hard to stay annoyed when heโs staring up at you from between your legs like that. His eyes are dark and hungry beneath the mask, and since itโs all pushed up and rumpled around his nose you get a toe-curlingly good look at his lower face. His chin is wet and smeared with your slick, and his lips are plump and pink and swollen from all the kissing and suckling heโs done to you. In a moment of near-delirium, you think that you understand now why he covers his face โ his mouth is pretty in a way that shocks you, in a way that needs to be hidden for decencyโs sake.
โYouโre gettinโ greedy,โ He grunts, turning his head and sinking his teeth into the crease of your thigh just to make you yelp. โWait for it, love. Itโll be worth the wait.โ
You donโt think you have much of a choice, so all you can do is lay back and hold on for the ride. He presses his mouth to you again, and you whimper softly as he tongues at your clit.ย
โNo oneโs ever eaten you out like this?โ He asks, the words muffled into the damp curve of your thigh. Itโs stupid, because you know he knows the answer to that is a resounding no, but it seems like he just wants to hear you say it out loud.
โNo.โ You say, your breaths sawing their way out of your chest.
โHnn.โ He makes some kind of grunting sound against you, his tongue flicking out to taste you again. โThatโs why youโve been so tense, huh? So fuckinโ desperate for someone to touch you?โ
โThatโs notโ โm not tense,โ You manage to get out, your breasts heaving as your thighs tense up where theyโre thrown over his shoulders. โMaybe.. Maybe youโre too relaxed.โ
Ghost huffs a hot little laugh at your hip because you both know that couldnโt be further from the truth. You doubt anyone has ever accused Ghost of being too relaxed before, but you donโt have time to feel stupid for it โ not when Ghost is devoting the full force of his attention on you, deep breaths huffing against the wet skin of your pussy and making you shudder.
โThatโs it,โ He croons, his voice uncharacteristically soft and lilting. The rumble of it ripples through your limbs like lapping waves, his battle-roughened palm stroking and smoothing down your ass and thigh as he hauls you closer. โRelax, sweetheart. Fuck, such a pretty pussy. Fuckinโ criminal of you to keep this hidden away all to yourself.โ And then, quieter, โFuckinโ Christ, youโre wet.โ
Youโre not even sure that heโs talking to you. It seems more as though heโs talking to himself, and it just happens to be you heโs talking about. Your cheeks burn as the feeling of vulnerability sets in, but you keep your legs spread wide as he kisses your clit with his swollen pink lips. You want so badly to be good, for him to be pleased with you, that you push past your embarrassment as best you can.
Thereโs a budding anxiety in your belly that Ghost is wasting his time here. As much as you crave his touch and the build up, you worry that heโs going to get frustrated with you and your inability to actually orgasm.
But Ghost doesnโt seem to be in a rush. He seems perfectly fucking happy between your legs, and even with his mask all clumsily rucked up around his nose he presses his face into your pussy with his eyes heavy-lidded and hazy. Even when you shift a little in an effort to get him to go a little harder or faster, he just pins you still and continues at his own leisurely pace.
When he reintroduces his fingers, pressing inside and stretching you out with a light sting, you hiss and try to lift your hips again. His rough calloused knuckles brush against the inside of your soft inner thighs, making them quiver as he goes three fingers deep.
โShhh, atta girl.โ He mumbles into you, his words coming out wetly muffled since he doesnโt even both pulling his face back. โFuckinโโ shit, so good.โ
The praise shoots liquid and molten through you, and you have to bite back a pathetic keen as you pulse around his fingers. Youโre sure he must feel it, because he lets out an answering rumble and laps against your clit, then closes his lips and sucks.
โOh godโโ
โShhh.โ Ghost scoots forward so your knee can hoist over his shoulder. Then he angles his chin to kiss the skin on the inside curve of your knee as he pumps into you with slow, slippery fingers and ungodly squelching noises that only sparks you hotter. You canโt even tell if itโs sweat or tears dotting your face anymore.
Though Ghostโs eyes are heavy-lidded and a little fogged over, he hasnโt looked away from you once. The focused intensity of his gaze spears you through, because youโve never been looked at like that. No one has ever seen you like this, no one has ever put effort into you like this, no one has ever been so determined to please you before. You donโt know how youโre ever going to recover from this; you have a terrifyingly distinct impression that heโs going to live up to his promise to ruin you for anyone else.
It feels as though your blood is boiling beneath your skin, and you nearly sob when Ghost pulls back. Youโve never been so close, and you want to scream when he takes his gorgeous fucking mouth away from your clit.
โFuck.โ You wet your lips, realising you were panting like a dog and your mouth is bone dry. โFuck, Ghost, justโโ
โQuiet, lovie.โ His reply is hoarse and firm, his throat working hard to swallow as he peered down between you, his clever thumb delving slick circles over the taut bump of your clit, his other three fingers fucking with easy rhythm and purpose. Itโs maddening, itโs infuriating, it makes you feel as though youโre about to break apart.
His fingers are pulled out, and then you feel firm pressure pressing into you yet again. Your head lolls as you attempt to sit up, your eyelids fluttering as you realise that heโs pressing your stupid dildo into you again.
โOh, you bastardโโ You start to complain, but Ghost doesnโt give you the opportunity to speak properly.
The dildo slides into you so easily, your sticky slick mixing with his spit making the slide almost effortless. You sigh, a build-up of pressure making your whole body feel as though youโve been stretched out and pulled tight.ย
Now that youโve been pushed to the edge, you linger by it. Ghost keeps you on that edge for what feels like hours, until your breaths are burning in your chest and the ligaments in your calves are screaming from all the straining youโve been doing. Every roll of Ghostโs thumb over your clit sends sparks racing through your nerves, and your breathing is harsh and uneven as Ghost starts fucking you with the stupid vibrating dildo. The rhythm he sets is firm and unrelenting, pushing the silicone toy in and out and visibly relishing the wet squish of your cunt as it takes it deep.
Ghost huffs against the wet skin of your inner thigh, making you shudder. It seems like heโs enjoying this as much as you are, judging by the subtle roll of his hips against your mattress as he absorbs himself in fucking you with the dildo.ย
He experiments with the angle, adjusting the dildo until you cry out, jerking against the bedding, and whining โThere!โ. You neednโt bother telling him, though; Ghost has a sharp eye, and heโs so goddamn attentive. Heโs already repeating the stroke, pushing the dildo in and bumping it against the same sensitive spot he had hit before.
It feels good, but itโs not enough. Now that youโve felt the firm hot pressure of his fingers spreading you wide and the wet hunger of his mouth devouring you, you donโt think anything else will do.
He shifts, you catch the rolls of his hips against your mattress again, and you feel as though youโve caught fire. You think of the glimpse you had caught of his hard cock, pressing against his jeans and making the fabric stretch taut, and you find yourself speaking without thinking.
Ghost pushes the dildo in once more, and you reach down to grab at his wrist as you ask breathlessly, โCan I try yours?โ
He pauses; goes so still that itโs honestly uncanny, his eyes practically boring holes into you as he stares at your face. You grow flustered, your own eyes widening in response to your own words. Just because heโs deigning to touch you with his fingers and his mouth, doesnโt mean heโs actually planning to fuck you. Jesus, heโs your fucking superior officer. What were you thinking?
โIโm sorry,โ You squeak. โThat wasnโt appropriate. Fuck, forget I said thatโโ
Even beneath the mask, you can see the bob of Ghostโs Adam's apple as he swallows thickly.
โYou sure?โ He interrupts your rambling before you can get started. โI donโt... โm not good with virgins.โ
Thereโsโฆ thereโs so much you could say in response to that. Namely, he certainly doesnโt seem like heโs bad with virgins, as evidenced by the throb of arousal still pulsing through your soaked cunt. Heโs just had you sobbing at the mercy of his fingers and mouth, and all he has to say when you ask for more is that heโs not good with virgins?
Instead, what you say is a rather lame, โIโm not technically a virgin.โ
Which is true. Sort of. Based on a technicality โ you had bullied your damn vibrator through your stupid hymen years ago, and youโve always thought the idea of virginity was a stupid one, anyway.ย
โPlastic cocks donโt count, darlinโ.โ
Blood rushes to your face so fast you feel light-headed as humiliation burns through you. Jesus, okay. Thatโs just mortifying.ย
โOh, you think your cock is special, then?โ You scoff, attempting nonchalance.
Ghost shifts, letting your legs drop from his shoulders, and kneels up on the mattress so that heโs looming over you. Fuck, every time you get a visceral reminder of how big he is, you feel a little faint. Itโs like having a veritable wall of muscle caging you into your bed. Your thighs are spread wide to accommodate the size of him, and you find yourself absolutely captivated by the sight of him with his muscles straining against that stupid tight t-shirt, still panting lightly from his greedy gorging on your cunt.
He reaches out and drags a hand slowly from your cunt up over your belly, between your breasts, up over your sternum, to rest over your collarbones. Itโs gentle โ he doesnโt put an iota of pressure against your throat โ but all you can fucking see is the swell of his bicep and the dark ink of his tattoo and the prominent veins running down the chiselled muscle of his forearm.
Good fucking lord.
โYouโll find out.โ He says.
And oh. Okay then. Yeah, you sure fucking will.
He reaches down and unbuttons his jeans, and you canโt help but strain to try and watch. He pushes them down carelessly around his thighs, but doesnโt make any move to strip them off any further. Youโre suddenly aware of the fact that youโre laying on the bed completely nude and exposed, while Ghost has only pushed his jeans down far enough to pull his cock out, but you donโt have any time to feel self-conscious about it.
His cock curves up against his belly, red and twitching. Heโs fucking rock hard, and bigger than you had been expecting, bigger than any of your stupid little toys. Your mouth goes dry, and your eyes widen comically. Fuck. No wonder heโs confident. Heโs not lacking in any way.
โDโyouโve a johnny?โ He asks, one big paw of a hand taking his cock and stroking lazily at it until a bead of pearly precum oozes from the angry red head.
Youโre distracted for a moment, staring at the way he fists his cock, before you blink back to yourself. โWhat?โ
โA condom.โ He enunciates slowly, as though speaking to someone he thinks is a bit thick.
โI know what you meant,โ You snap, embarrassed. โButโ no. Why would I? Iโve neverโฆโ
You can see the way his eyes crease and realise that heโs frowning beneath the mask, and youโre hit with a sudden bolt of panic โ is he going to change his mind now? You can see the hesitation in the lines of his shoulders, but you think if he changes his mind about fucking you, you might just die.
โIt doesnโt matter,โ You blurt, โYou donโt need one. Iโm on the pill. Iโm clean.โ
Ghost cocks his head, but remains still. Itโs almost unnerving, and you feel your toes curl into the bedsheets as you wait for an answer. He looks fucking predatory, hulking over you like a fucking behemoth as he watches you assessingly. You try your best to look confident, but you have a feeling that you just look desperately hungry.
He reaches up and hooks his fingers into the fabric of his mask and pulls it back down to cover his still slick-shiny mouth and jaw, and youโre gripped with sudden overwhelming panic and dismay that heโs changed his mind, that heโs about to leave you here wet and empty and wanting. In that moment, you throw your dignity into the wind.
โPlease,โ You beg pathetically, wriggling a little bit against your sweat-damp bedding in an effort to grind yourself against him. โPlease, please, itโs fine, I swear, you donโt need oneโโ
โFuckinโ hell.โ Ghost grinds out, his voice rough and a little hoarse. โHow can a virgin be such a fuckinโ slut?โ
Some part of you wonders if you should be offended by that, but instead a frisson of heat runs down your spine. You know youโre not a slut โ youโve never searched for any sexual attention, and youโve never even experienced someone elseโs touch โ but goddamn you want to be a slut for your lieutenant right now.
Despite his harsh words, when Ghost hooks your legs over his hips and aligns himself with you, heโs gentle. Heโs acting like youโre something fragile; heโs so big that your legs are spread wide around his waist, his shoulders so broad that heโs blocking out the dim light from your lamp, and yet his touch is light against you as though heโs afraid to break you.
Heโs still gripping his cock hard, and he slides the tip of it against your slick heat. You have a brief moment of alarm; even through the haze of arousal, you can recognise that this is going to be a tight fit. You breathe deeply, then begin to wiggle your hips in an effort to take him inside you.
He hisses, then one of his big hands grabs at your hip. โFuck, stay still.โ
โPut it in.โ You beg, your voice coming out thick and stupid-sounding. โFuck, please, cโmon, cโmonโโ
โKid,โ Ghost bites out through clenched teeth, his voice low and gritty. โNeed you to shut the fuck up for me.โ
You manage to bite down on your lip, but you canโt stop yourself from pouting mopily at him with wide, wet eyes. You donโt understand why heโs making you wait โ canโt he see how mean heโs being? Youโre so fucking wet, so empty as you clench down on nothing, and your clit is so desperate for any kind of stimulation that itโs throbbing needily. The head of his cock catches at your opening, dipping in for a second before resuming its maddening slide up and down.
Ghost is still watching you closely, his brown eyes flickering from where the head of his cock drags through your sodden folds up to your pleading pouting expression. You can only imagine what kind of a sight you make, because his chest growls with a choked sort of groan.
โI know,โ He murmurs, almost mockingly soft with you. โI know, you want it. Gotta give it to you slowly.โ
You want to tell him that he doesnโt have to give it to you slowly, that he can go as fast and hard as he wants to, but some sense of self-preservation shuts you up. Instead, you nod clumsily as he rubs his cock over the slick folds of your cunt, lubing himself up with your own arousal. The feeling of his cock dragging over you, iron hard and velvety soft, so close to where you want it, is enough to have your head spinning dizzily.
You want to beg again, but youโre still trying to follow his order to be silent. You shift restlessly, biting back a whimper when he taps his cock thoughtfully against your clit.
Finally, he decides to put you out of your misery.ย
The thick crown of his cock pushes against the tight ring of muscle at the entrance of your cunt, and the gasp you let out is positively punched out of you. He goes slow, just like he promised, but you can still hardly believe it. He goes in and in and in, and yet heโs somehow not even halfway inside.ย
โFuck,โ You wheeze, punctuated by a strange little yowl. โOh god, waitโโ
You feel stuffed just from the first few inches, drunk already on the quiet little grunts heโs making. The stretch and the sting and the pressure inside you is glorious, so tight that you can barely even flex around him and you canโt even decide if itโs good or if itโs too much. Your eyes are hot and wet as overwhelmed tears begin to overflow, and you find yourself arching in a weak attempt to flex away from him and the devastating stretch.
God, heโs massive. You knew he would be, of course, but his size seems so much more significant when youโre being impaled on the end of his cock. Fuck, you can feel your vision go blurry as your eyes fill with overwhelmed tears. Youโre mortified when a sob is ripped from your chest, harsh and thick.
โShh, shh.โ Ghost coos, his deep voice syrupy thick as he leans over you, the enormous bulk of him caging you into the mattress until your whole world consists only of him. โJust a little bit more.โ
โFuck,โ You choke out, trying to arch away again but failing because heโs so big that thereโs nowhere to go. โItโs not gonna fit!โ
โShh, lovie,โ He rumbles, ducking his face down so that the rough cotton of his mask is pressed against the sweaty skin of your neck. โRelaxโn let me in.โ
โIโ โm tryingโโ You whine, clutching at his biceps. โJesusโโ
You blink your eyes open, vision blurry from the tears clumping your lashes together, only to be met with the sight of Ghostโs deep brown eyes staring at you from beneath the black mask. Heโs looming above you, his gaze made all the more intense by the fact that itโs the only part of his face you can really see.
โAll that messinโ around with those plastic cocks, but youโre still this tight for me,โ He says, his voice so deep that you feel it reverberate into your bones. โDeep breath.โ
The breath you inhale at his instruction is rough and ragged, and he snorts a low breathless laugh in response.
When he finally drives his cock all the way in with one smooth stroke, all the breath is driven from your lungs. It feels as though his cock has been pressed all the way up into your chest, and the noise you make when you squirm on it is utterly pathetic.ย
Ghostโs hands are like steel clamps when they close around the plump flesh of your thighs, holding them up and pressing them back until theyโre pressed against your belly. He looms over you, still almost entirely clothed as sweat beads over his thickly muscled neck. Itโs like getting pinned down by a mountain, and you whimper as youโre speared open and prone by the weight of Ghost pressing down upon you.
He hasnโt even started to move yet, but you still feel overfull and raw.
โToo big,โ You mumble, struggling to catch your breath. You choke on a sob and feel your eyes burn with unshed tears as your back arches. โGhostโ!โ
โShh.โ He grunts. โCall me Simon when I fuck you.โ
Thatโฆ that does something to you. Molten heat rockets up your spine and pools in your belly, and you swear your pussy floods. Itโs stupid, how being granted permission to call your lieutenant by his first name is somehow so much hotter than anything else heโs done so far.
โSimon,โ You try it out. It comes out a little shaky, your voice little more than a weak whisper, but you swear you can see his eyes sharpen.ย
Apparently having come to the decision that youโve adjusted enough, Ghost pulls his hips back only to drive back in.ย
โOh!โ You yelp, hips jumping, but thereโs nowhere to go.ย
All you can do is lie there as he slides out, out, out, slow and careful and long, and then his hips snap forward and he impales you, pressing all the way into him. He does it again, and again, and you try to bite down on your tongue, try to not sound so pathetically wrecked, but you canโt. Itโs like Ghost is puncturing your lungs and every time he fucks into you, you let out the most pathetic little mewling ah ah ah sounds.
Youโre not quite prepared for how different this feels; itโs nothing like your stupid plastic dildo. Ghostโs cock is bigger, but itโs also hotter and with more give than you expected, and youโve never been able to fuck yourself like this. Your plastic toys could never compare to the sensation of being pinned by your giant of a lieutenant as he ruts into you.
Ghost reaches up and roughly pushes his mask up so his mouth is exposed again before he leans in deeper, almost folding you cleanly in half, stretching in to claim your mouth in a kiss thatโs not quite a kiss, but rather a fierce mash of lips and tongue as his rhythm picks up, riding you down into the mattress until you realised the screaming noise isnโt coming from either one of you, but the cheap standard issue bed frame.
All you can do is gasp with each deep, raw fuck. There are tears tracking lazily down your cheeks, having overflowed from your burning eyes, and you honestly think your lungs might collapse. Youโre bent like a fucking pretzel, in a way thatโs making the muscles in your thighs scream, as Ghost pounds into you.ย
Heโs fucking relentless, but also shockingly aware of you beneath him. He doesnโt put too much pressure on you when he holds you, he never goes hard enough to hurt, and he knows just the right amount of weight to pin you down without being too much.
Your pussy is sloppy around him, wet squishing noises getting louder and louder as he finds more rhythm against your tight walls. Your whole world of awareness has been narrowed down to Ghost and Ghost only; his fingers digging into your thighs, your name in his mouth, his sweltering body pressing against yours.ย
Heโs holding back, you can tell by the way his voice is caught in his throat. Heโs keeping all his dangerous muscles at bay as he pulls out and presses in again. Rough, fast, but not enough to break you, just enough to make you scream until you bury your face to the side and try to cover your mouth with your arm.
โYeah, you needed this,โ Ghost grunts, his uncovered mouth nipping at the hinge of your jaw. โThisโs why you were so fuckinโ distracted earlier, hm? You thinkinโ about how much you needed to cream around a real cock?โ
โUh huh, yeah,โ You slur out, not even sure what youโre agreeing with. Your tongue feels too big for your mouth, every nerve in your body raw and sparking. You must sound so pathetic, but Ghost seems to like it.
โAinโt gonna be distracted anymore, are ya?โ He rumbles, laving his tongue over your jaw in a way that feels filthy. โJust needed your little pussy filled, thatโs all.โ
You cry out for him because you canโt help it, delight bubbling in your throat every time he plunges into you. He keeps his pace for a bit, all rushed and blazing, transfixed on watching you suck him in, leaving slick trails along his shaft. But gradually he gets bolder, more desperate, big hands squeezing from your thighs to your hips.
You get lost in the feeling of him in your belly, searing and harsh, fat tip rolling against the spongy spot inside of you until you feel like you might snap. You feel him in your ears, your head pounding with every snap of his hips. You swear you even feel him in your toes, lightning zaps of pleasure down your nerves.
Then he leans back, lifting his weight off of you so you can breathe properly. He leaves his hand on your collarbones like a placeholder, his palm spread over the base of your throat like a reminder, a way to keep your attention on him.ย
โFuck,โ He grits out, โThatโs it, doll.โ
Youโre vaguely aware of the fact that Ghostโs gaze has shifted, no longer focused on your face but now instead fixed firmly between your legs as he watches the thick shaft of his cock sink into you. He obviously likes how you feel inside; you can hear him cursing and grunting quietly as his free hand grips your hip for leverage.ย
With his mask rumpled up around his nose, youโre gifted with an incredible view of the way his teeth are sunk into his lower lip. Each time he sinks his cock into you again, he makes a raspy little groan, eyes fluttering briefly shut. Itโs so painfully endearing that your heart quivers in your chest.
Your legs burn from being spread around his thick waist โ any attempt for you to lock them around his back is useless, your legs slipping everytime his ass flexes with his thrusts. Every hasty drive of his hips has the ridge of his cock sliding against the spongy spread of your walls, making you feel more stuffed every time he ruts into you. With every sudden movement you feel the entirety of his fat cock; the veins are throbbing, skin heated and silken within you. Part of you marvels how youโre even able to fit him inside you.
โNever seen you look like this,โ he grunts. โAll fucked-out and perfect.โ
Ghost leans in again, grips your legs so he can rearrange them over his shoulders, and you think you might die. The angle is different and somehow, impossibly, Ghost is fucking into you even deeper. You think you might actually be crying. Thereโs no question as to whether youโre drooling.
Your hands move to his arms, nails sinking into the hard muscles of his triceps as you cling on for dear life. He doesnโt even seem to notice the sting of your nails scratching him; or perhaps it only urges him on, because his movements take on an edge of desperation.
โGorgeous girl,โ He grits out, jaw clenched. โSqueezinโ so tight. Fuck. Gonna make you cream.โ
ย You had forgotten about his promise to make you come, too lost in the hazy pleasure of his cock. But now it seems as though heโs been seized by the compulsion to fuck you to the edge; he reaches a hand down so that his thumb can join the fray, and it startles you into moaning breathlessly aloud.ย
His thumb is merciless against your clit. Youโre vulnerable to his touch, clit spread and on display from the stretch of his thick cock inside of you, and he takes full advantage. His fingers are thick and blistering hot as he rubs at you, and you choke as your toes curl.
โSimonโโ You manage to eke out before you lose the weak thread of your thoughts, scattering into nothing as he stimulates the stiff bead of your clit.ย
He grunts to show that heโs heard you, but he doesnโt seem any more capable of words than you are as he rocks into the cradle of your hips. Youโre practically blinded by your wet eyes, blinking frantically to try and clear your vision as you reach out clumsily to throw your arms around Ghostโs blisteringly hot neck.
It feels as though your skin is stretched too tight over your body, hot and prickly and too much. Youโre trembling, your breaths coming in shaky gasps as agonising pressure builds in your lower belly.ย
โFuck, love.โ Ghost says, his voice little more than a snarl. โYou gonna come?โ
No, You think hazily. No, you never come. But even as you think it, part of you recognises that itโs never felt like this before. Your stomach tightens, toes curling, your lungs burning, your eyes rolling. You hardly even know whatโs happening.
You recognise that something is building, but it almost seems secondary to the way that Ghost is rutting into you like a man possessed, hitting that spongey spot in the back of your pussy that youโve never managed to reach yourself and making your legs spasm every time even as his thick thumb rubs frantic circles around the bump of your clit.
โFuck, fuckโโ You wheeze, bucking your hips against him.
It doesnโt grow and dissipate in the way youโre used to. Rather, it creeps up on you almost without you noticing, until youโre whimpering and clinging to Ghost like heโs a lifeline. Your bottom lip trembles as you sob weakly, practically on the brink of diving into an oncoming tidal wave of desire. Then that coil in your stomach snaps like a rubber band, sudden and sharp as a slap to the face.ย
Your back arches, your vision whites out, and you cum so hard that the world stops, your ears ring, your body goes limp. Your cunts sucks tight around him, pulsing, feeling every inch of him. It feels so sweet, that white-hot buzzing pleasure rushing over you and wiping your brain completely clean.ย
Youโre a little delirious from being stuffed with such a fat cock; every thrust just prolongs your pleasure, like his penetration keeps you from squeezing your very first orgasm out right away. Itโs mindless ecstasy, your nails burrowing into the skin of his biceps as you desperately clutch at him for some kind of leverage. Ghost doesnโt falter, his hips continuing to work into you, wringing your orgasm out until you feel as though your brain is melting.
You sob โ an actual, genuine, wet-sounding sob as your chest heaves for air and your eyes burn with overwhelmed, rapturous tears. Your head is spinning even as your climax subsides, leaving you limp-limbed and weak as Ghost continues rocking into you.
โLook so lovely when you come, sweetheart,โ Ghost grunts into your ear, his bulky chest weighing you down as you clutch feebly at his shoulders. โGod, thatโs a sight. All for me, yeah?โ
His praise only makes it worse, makes your eyes sting until thereโs tears down your cheeks and stars behind your eyelids. He sounds so smug, but you canโt deny that he has reason to be. Heโs the first man to ever touch you, first man to ever fuck you, the first person to ever tip you over the edge and wring an orgasm out of you. Fuck, you think your brain might have been reduced to mush permanently; you wonder wildly if youโll ever be the same after this.
Despite the sting of Ghostโs punishing thrusts into your already oversensitive cunt, your body sings for him. The rhythm of his hips is getting gradually sloppier, as though he doesnโt care as much for precision now that heโs succeeded in making you come. Soft, guttural little grunts fall from his mouth, and his arms wrap around your waist to reposition you so that he can fuck quick and shallow. Itโs almost tender, as though heโs aware of your growing sensitivity as you mewl under him.
Thereโs a profound, instinctual pleasure in seeing Ghost lose himself in your embrace. His dark eyes are heavy-lidded and his mask is still all rucked up, revealing the way his mouth is lolled softly open as he pants. You find yourself wishing feverishly that he had taken off his clothes too, because you think you would give anything to watch the roiling muscles of his chest and shoulders as he ruts into you.
Then just when you think youโre beginning to recover from the shattering, mind-numbing oversensitivity, Ghost comes inside of you.
He stops rutting to ride out his orgasm, his cock throbbing, pulsing, spurting inside you until you feel fuller than youโve ever felt. And he comes a lot.ย
Youโre stuffed so tightly with his cock that his cum has nowhere to go, and ends up leaking thickly from where your cunt grips around him, messy and hot and spilling over your thighs and his. The sound he makes is breathless, all open-mouth and head lolled back as he groans, blissed out as he finds release in your cunt.ย
The minutes afterwards are a blur.ย
You close your eyes for what feels like only a second, but the next time you blink your eyes open you find yourself feeling miserably, uncomfortably empty and sticky as all that oozy cum leaks out of you. You somehow missed Ghost pulling out of you, and your thoughts are muzzy and embarrassingly slow.
For a moment, you think youโre alone. Youโre becoming more aware of yourself, and you realise that youโre shivering weakly alone in your sweat-damp sheets. Where did Ghost go? Part of you, still a little hazy, wonders if he had left you alone as soon as he had come, and you feel your lower lip tremble at the thought.ย
God, you feel pathetic. You shift feebly on the sheets, and suck in a sharp breath when you feel the ache inside you, proof that youโre going to feel the shadow of Ghostโs cock for days. You feel drunk off the afterglow, yet youโre swiftly becoming more and more aware of yourself and all the aches and pains that are coming to the fore now.
It feels like youโre too big for your body, and youโre clumsy when you try to sit up. Pushing yourself up makes a whole new set of aches light up, and you let out a quiet keening grumble.
Youโre so caught up with trying to ground yourself that you jolt in surprise when big, paw-like hands land on you, pushing you back down onto the bed.
โShh, hey, lay down.โ Ghost says, the rough edges of his accent softened. To your bewilderment, he has a damp cloth in his hand; he went to the bathroom, you realise hazily.
Maybe itโs just because you feel raw after your experience with him, pulsing like an open nerve, but you sniffle and blink and then suddenly there are tears dripping down your face.
โThought you left.โ You mumble, trying not to sound like a needy little idiot.
Ghost glances up at you, unblinkingly. His mask is fixed firmly back in place, and he looks annoyingly put-together; itโs an embarrassingly stark contrast to the way youโre still nude and shivery and teary-eyed.
โNo.โ He says simply.
The damp cloth is warm when it makes contact with your skin, and you relax as he drags it along your sweaty back and over your legs. Heโs a little rough about it, but you donโt think itโs on purpose. Gentleness doesnโt come naturally to Simon Riley, and yet you can feel that heโs trying and that makes a warm glow settle in your stomach, replacing the cold anxiety that had settled in when you thought that he had left you alone.
When the cloth reaches the tender skin of your pussy, you hiss and try to pull away. It all feels too sensitive, and you feel your face crumple up as he wipes away the mess of slick and cum between your thighs. He gentles his touch as much as he can, but you still mewl at the electric zaps of oversensitivity that jolt up your spine.
When Ghost pauses and pulls the cloth away from you, you blink your eyes awake. Your vision is still all wet and blurry from tears, but you can still see the shape of Ghost as he stares down at you. You can imagine you look nothing short of ruined right now, even after having been cleaned up, and Ghostโs stare is burning.
You wonder if heโs about to leave now โ you can recognise this whole thing had gotten out of hand, and you just about manage to stifle the panic at the creeping realisation that youโve just fucked your superior officer. Ghost must have realised at this point that the two of you had just ripped through all those fraternisation rules, though itโs always been difficult to tell what heโs thinking. But you trust him โ you have to, in your line of work. You have to trust that heโll handle things.
Ghost tosses aside the cloth, and his big overbearing body climbs back into bed beside you. Itโs a standard-issue bunk, and yet it feels comically tiny when Ghost has been added to the mix. Heโs surprisingly agile, even despite his big size, and you barely have time to realise that heโs joining you in bed before heโs wrapped a thick arm around your middle, hauling you closer.
Youโd love to act chill and cool about the fact that heโs now essentially cuddling you, but you miss the mark by a long mile. You take a breath, and allow yourself to relax into his big burly chest. Heโs still fully clothed, and the rough texture of his jeans against your tender bare skin makes you shiver lightly from oversensitivity.
Your hips are sore from being stretched so wide, your joints weak and watery, and youโre perfectly content to close your eyes and forcibly ignore all your concerns about fraternisation or how youโre going to face Ghost in training. Itโs a problem for another time.
โYou still alive?โ Ghost grunts, and his palm coasts down over your back to settle at your ass, his fingers squeezing absent-mindedly into the soft flesh there.
He sounds amused, which makes you grumble in irritation. He takes up so much space, his big body filling up all the free space on the bed and making you feel so fucking small as he holds you so that your back is pressed against his stomach.
โI dunno,โ You mumble, words a little garbled. โThinkโฆ think you might have fucked me stupid, Lt.โ
Lying like this, with his front pressed against your back, you can feel his laugh rumble into you. Heโs touchy too in a way that surprises you; his hands are constantly moving, swiping over your sides and groping at any part of you thatโs squishy-soft.
โThink I might have,โ He agrees, and you can hear the smirk in his voice even if you canโt see it. โBut I think you needed it, sweetheart. You were practically cryinโ out for it all day.โ
You feel your face heat at the insinuation that he had noticed the arousal you thought you had hidden so well. But you still feel so fuzzy inside, and you canโt manage to drum up any genuine reaction.
Ghostโs roaming hand slips down between your legs, and you hold your breath as he reaches your swollen, tender pussy. His fingers are so big, but heโs aware of his strength and keeps his touch light, cupping rather than groping, his calloused palm catching on your puffy clit.
โTold you a real cock would be better,โ He rumbles, and you feel the soft material of his mask rubbing against the back of your sweaty neck. โYouโve got a fussy little cunt โ โs only gonna be satisfied by the real thing.โ
Youโd love to jab back at him, but the feeling of him rough palm against your oversensitive clit has your thoughts fizzing out into nothingness. All you can do is let out a quiet little whimper, and rock your hips into his touch. To your utter bewilderment, you feel your arousal, which you had previously considered entirely sated, pulse back to life.
As if Ghost can feel your cunt throb beneath his hand, he snickers. โYeah. Fussy and greedy.โ
He leans down, and you feel his lips brush against the back of your neck through the cotton of his balaclava. You quiver, and part your legs without conscious thought to give his thick fingers more room to work. Despite your exhaustion, and your soreness, and your sensitivity, you find yourself wanting. You wonder, with an edge of hysteria, if your body has somehow managed to rewire itself to only accept pleasure from your commanding officerโs hand.
โGhostโ Simonโโ You breathe, your hips jumping as you grind into his palm.
โYeah,โ He says again, as though he knows exactly what you need and want. โOne little orgasm wasnโt enough, was it?โ
โNo.โ You choke out, throwing your head back so that itโs resting against Ghostโs broad chest. โNo, โt wasnโt.โ
You can hardly believe that your body is winding up for more, but Ghostโs touch is searing hot against your tender skin, and you can already taste the pleasure heโs going to bring you. This time, without the edge of urgency, you think you might even enjoy it more.
โGimme five minutes,โ He drawls, his voice low and muffled in your ear. โAnd Iโll give you your second.โ
Summary: The 5 times that you think you might hate Spencer Reid + the 1 time you realize you can't.
Alternatively; You're completely oblivious to your own growing feelings for Spencer that it constantly puts you in harm's way.
This can be seen as a prequel-sequel + sequel (?) to "A Question Unasked," but can be read independently of it.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem! (mentored by Hotch!) reader | cw: slight spoilers for s1e02, s1e04, s1e06, s1e10, and s1e18 | reader gets really mean in the later half lol |slight description of canon-typical violence, slight timeframe switches because it made more sense that way | word count: 8.9k (yowza--)
โItโs something, I know it is.โ You mutter to yourself, rubbing the pads of your fingers together in an attempt to gather your thoughts. But you canโt.ย
Canโt find it.ย
Canโt find that one word.
โWhat do you call that thing when youโโ you snap your fingers at your colleague. Your equal. โIโm sorryโ what do you call the urge to do something or behave a certain way?โ
This was your second case out on the field with the rest of the BAU since youโve been recruited, and it had not been easy for you.ย
The BAU always seemed like a prestigious unit to be a part of. Only the best of the best ever got to rub elbows up in that department, having been founded by Jason Gideon and David Rossi.ย
Two of the most legendary profilers in the world.
And right now you, you havenโt been feeling the best. But Aaron Hotchner seemed to have thought otherwise.
Spencer thinks for a moment, trying to understand what you had just asked him while he stared at the board that still had the teamโs ideas on it.ย
โIt could be a number of things; urges, cravings, stressors, compulsionsโโ
โThat one! Youโre amazing at this, Dr. Reid.โย
After noticing your knack for the more analytical aspects of the job, your mentor, the unit chief himself, had assigned you to work with one Dr. Spencer Reid. Another fresh grad that could not have been any older than you, but certainly seemed way smarter.ย
He said that you would work well together.
And you believed him.
You looked at the calendar that had been marked when the fires were started, fully missing how the genius had frozen at your praise, and you frantically reviewed the theory in your head.ย
Double-checking, triple-checking, and nodding when you see itโs consistent.
You then hurriedly pulled up the recording of Matthew in his dorm. Hovering so close to the screen, that Spencer had to be equally as close to it, and by extension to you, in order to even try seeing what you were seeing.
ย โDo you see it?โ You look back at him, and his face is so close, you almost lose your nerve but thankfully, Gideon opens the door to check up on the both of you.
He pauses as if heโs seeing something he shouldnโt be, but carries on anyway.
โDonโt just look at the next move. Itโs like chess, think three steps ahead.โ He says it mostly to Spencer, you notice, but you also notice how he was slightly bothered by your proximity to his protege.ย
He doesnโt say anything about it, but youโre working as a profiler now for a reason.
You move away a little.ย
When he leaves, Spencer turns to look at you again and asks what you saw.ย
โSee this?โ You ask as you point to the part where there were two, clearly lit windows on screen and he nods. โThere are two fires, right?โ He nods again.
โNow look at this,โ You show him the part where Matthew gets wet with gasoline, and is eventually set aflame.ย
โThat was the third fire.โ
You see Spencerโs eyes light up at your statement, and you hurriedly scrub back to where the unsub had been trying the door knob. Making sure to zoom in on the handle.
This time, it's the boy-genius that says it. โHe turns the knob three times.โ He looks at you to confirm his statement, and you nod. Looking into his eyes.ย
Something you did out of respect.
โRight, so if weโre not wrong,โ you use the pronoun on purpose, โthe professorโs office should have something to do with the number three as well.โ
He walks with you to the burned office, professor Wallaceโs office, and there you collectively discover more of the same number.ย
You have all the evidence you need.
***
โSir Hotchner, we know why the profiles never fit.โ Itโs you who opens the door first, but Spencer is the one that carefully closes it behind you.
He looks at Gideon. โYou were right to tell Morgan not to rely on precedent.โ He then sets up the computer that you two had brought and you continue for him.
โSo far, the fires that have been set are completely task-oriented.โ
Hotch quirks his brows at that. โSo once the fires are set, the unsub is done?โ
You nod.
โCorrect, sir. The reason why the profile never fit is because it contradicts the mold of a classic serial arsonistโ his use of fire is the compulsion of a completely different disorder.โ
โWhich is?โ Gideon questions.
โAn extreme manifestation of OCDโ Obsessive Compulsive Disorder.โ Spencer answers as he finally found out how to turn the computer on. The two of you exchanging lines in perfect synchronization.
โHe does everything in threes. And if Iโm right, heโll have to kill again.โ
The four of you discuss the behavioral evidence that had led to this discovery, with Spencer taking the lead as he mentions its possible tie to โscrupulosity,โ a type of OCD centering on religious obsession.ย
As you continue though, and you know you shouldnโt take it to heart, but the way that Gideonโs constantly questioning your ideas and not Spencerโs was starting to make you feel uneasy. As if you were a bug under his careful scrutiny.ย
Or was it the way that you sat?
ย Granted, there were only three chairs in the area, so you had absentmindedly sat on the bit of the desk that had been uncluttered. No one else seemed to be bothered by it, and certainly not Spencer, who had cleared the area nearest to him just for you.ย
So whatโฆ?
Being the non-confrontational kind, but not one to be pushed around, you take a mental departure from the discussion and start thinking about what else could be useful to the case. Bringing something new to the table thatโs relevant.
You try to think if there had been anyone that stood out to you. Spencer had mentioned religious obsession, and the call from earlier definitely supported the idea, but you couldnโt single out one theology student that would fit that criteria.
You tried getting up from where you sat. Pacing has always helped you gather your thoughts, but you didnโt even need to take those few steps when you felt the cold sweat run down your back.
And it seemed like Gideon had noticed it. โWhat is it?โ
You turned to slowly face the rest of them. โI think I know who it might be.โ You groan as you think about it.
ย โAnd itโs not a he.โย If you thought about this too late and another fire is happening right nowโย
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It wasnโt until you were on the flight home that you felt like you could breathe easy again. You didnโt have to be near Gideon anymore, giving you the side eye every time you were the least bit close to his protege.
You could just exist silently while you think about what to write in your report.
It wasnโt Spencerโs fault, nor his mentorโs, you thought as you stared at the somewhat empty file in your hand.
ย Youโre sure that Reid didnโt mean to take credit for the theory that you had essentially spelled out for him, and youโre also sure that Gideon was just a little uncomfortable with how unprofessional you mightโve seemed.ย
Looking all cozied up with his golden boy. That had to be the only reason why he practically ignored you, but congratulated the boy-genius.
You sigh and wonder if youโll ever get on his good side. Maybe you just needed to work a little harder.
As you nod at your resolve, it's your mentor that takes a seat in front of you.
โCongratulations on your second case.โ Youโre still a little starstruck, getting to work with him, but you manage out a polite, โthank youโ as a response.ย
You try to make yourself look busy by rereading the other file that had been completed.
You already made a fool of yourself in front of one of your seniors, you didn't want to mess up in front of him too. Hotch couldโ
โI meant it, by the way.โย
You look up at him again. Eyes wide in question, and perhaps fear, as you realize you donโt understand what heโs talking about.
โYou were focused on that calendar more than any of us, even before we landed in Arizona. You recognized the pattern before you even knew what it meant. And that definitely helped.โ
โOh.โ Is all you could say, because what else could you have said?
A small laugh leaves your mouth. He recognized you for your efforts. Made it known that he saw what you saw, and that what you saw was helpful.ย
Without the usual mention of the boy-genius.
It was a moment just for you.ย
A moment where you vowed to work harder. Smarter.
And the moment you knew that SSA Aaron Hotchner was the best leader that you could ever have.
โOh and agent?โ Both you and Spencer look back to see your supervisor, but you see that itโs you that heโs singling out. โA private word, if you please.โ
You nod without a second thought, despite not knowing what this other meeting could possibly be for. You were just as clueless as you were about the one earlier.ย
What you werenโt clueless about was how you felt towards your situation. You had been assigned to work with Spencer so often that you were starting to get sick of it.ย
Not a slight to his company at all, on the contrary! You actually enjoyed it! He was a fascinating and accomplished young man that charmed his way into your heart with his little fun facts and references.ย
And if that werenโt enough, Morgan hadnโt exactly coined the nickname โpretty boyโ just for laughs.
ย Dr. Reid lived up to that expectation.ย
With his soft brown hair, bright, inquisitive eyes, and how cozy he always seemed in his clothesโ how could anyone dislike him?ย
No, it was the attention that you were getting that was starting to frustrate you. Or perhaps the wrong kind of attention, would be more appropriate.
Lately, it seemed as if you were only being treated as an extension of Dr. Reid. As if you were always attached at the hip, and that you always knew where he had to be and what it was that he was doing.ย
You donโt know where all this came from. Not even a little bit.
All you know is that it was slowly starting to rub you the wrong way, and that you wanted a semi-permanent departure from the situation.
But that didnโt happen because Spencer had just unknowingly shut down your only chance.
You digress, and put your feelings aside for now. You were at work, after all.
โWhat did you want to discuss with me sir?โย
Hotch makes the effort to clear away his desk for a bit, and places his hands on top of it. Grasping them together as he looks at you with his usual stern expression.
โWeโll be issuing you a gun soon. Youโre qualified to own one after having enough hours on the field, and youโve shown a respectable record, so please keep that in mind.โ
Your eyes widen in glee. Those were just a few words, but you couldnโt help how your heart swelled in pride at them.
It wasnโt the gun that you were happy about, it was what it represented.
Being issued a gun by the bureau signified that you were officially part of the team, and that you were deemed a responsible enough member of the organization to be trusted with it.
You should be honored to be given this chance and yet it felt sort of wrongโ something didnโt sit right with you.
โSir, with all due respect, while Iโm thankful for the opportunity, I donโt see why Iโm being issued a gun when Dr. Reid has still yet to have one.โ
He sighs at that, as if he had hoped that you wouldnโt ask, but he tells you anyway.ย
โDr. Reid has failed numerous firearm qualifications and will be retaking his test soon.โ
You nod slowly, still not quite seeing the relation between the two scenarios.
He sighs again, but this time, with a small, tight smile.ย
โWeโve been thinking that it would instill more confidence in him if you knew your way around a gun. He seems to have a great respect for you, and seeing you have one might help him a bit.โ
You smile at that and respond good-naturedly. โDuly noted, sir! Iโll make sure he has the confidence that could rival even Derek Morganโs.โ
He shows you a polite smile and dismisses you promptly. Getting back to his stack as you nod and you make your way to his door.
It shouldnโt bother you, and it doesnโt, you think.
ย A jobโs a job.ย
If it wasnโt going to be you, it was going to be someone else. You just so happened to have been given this particular job due to the presumed rapport you had with one another, and you saw no problem with that.
You trust your boss, and itโs not like you dislike Spencer, so it shouldnโt bother you at all.
And yet it does, ever so slightly, when you see Morgan and Elle, crowding and cooing around him like he was a baby when you make it out of Hotchโs office.
Youโre confused at what it is that youโre feeling, but you hear something akin to the word, โmath.โ What could they be teasing him about now?ย
โIs something going on here?โ You hope they donโt see how hard youโre trying to keep a straight face. Looking to and fro.
Youโre at work now, and you canโt let your emotions get the best of you.ย
ย "Was just caught trying to add my stack onto pretty boy's plate." Morgan says with his usual chuckle.
You detect a slight hint of something else hidden somewhere in there, probably another inside joke that you werenโt in on, but you canโt bring yourself to pay it any mind.ย
So you let out a small, โhmโ to let them know that you heard what he said, and you eventually turn your back to them to reach your desk.
You donโt see the way Derek shoots you a knowing look.
And you donโt see the way Spencer looks at you longingly either. Too busy burying yourself in another stack of files, sure to go overtime once again, to drown out the unknown feeling that was welling up inside you.ย
Did you hate Spencer Reid?
โIsnโt it amazing he knows what he knows and heโs only twenty-four?โ Gideon huffs out and gives Aaron a small smile in response.
โImagine what heโll know by fifty.โย
Itโs times like these that you remember that he does have the capability to smile. Well of course heโs smiling, his surrogate son looked like he was having the time of his life, blowing out those trick candles.ย
Everyone crowded around him.
Everyone but you and the two seniors.
You want this moment to be something that everyone can enjoy, and you know just how much it would sour Gideonโs mood if you were right over there. So you opted to take your place right next to Hotch.
And Hotch seemed to notice that.
โWhy arenโt you with the rest of them?โ
You really donโt want to answer that right now. Not when the reason is staring right back at you, waiting for your response as well.
โI can see the party just fine from here.โ Is what you settle for, and look right at Spencerโs still heaving back to make a point.
Before he could question it any further, heโs called to the other side of the room where a phone call was waiting for him.ย
Reid takes the opportunity to excuse himself and take his place by Gideonโs side.
โYou having fun?โ The elder asks and he nods slowly at that.
โYes, definitely. I am definitelyโ having fun.โย
He punctuates each pause with a tight-lipped smile and a snark that is just itching to break free and you canโt help the little chuckle that escapes you. As it happens however, you quickly try to hide it behind a cough and a cover of your mouth.
Youโre right next to Gideon, you need to look professional, you think, no matter how cute or ridiculous Spencer might look.ย
You quickly try to find Hotch with your eyes to ground yourself. Trying your best to zone out and not pay attention to the conversation happening right beside you, but itโs getting increasingly harder to do that.
โI wonder where the cake was from.โ The younger one asks absentmindedly, but you feel the twitch of your fingers at the question.ย
Gideon subtly looks over to you, but he doesnโt answer him. Instead asking if he made a wish yet, which quickly changes the trajectory of Spencerโs questions.
You let out a breath of relief, but the moment is short-lived when you see the solemn expression on Hotchโs face.
โSorry guys. Partyโs over.โ You put your game face on, and quickly excuse yourself from them to grab your go bag.ย
What you didnโt see was that Spencer had failed to notice Gideonโs gaze because he had been looking somewhere else.ย
He had been looking at you. Waiting for you to greet him with a happy birthday like the rest of them did.ย You were the only one that wasnโt there, after all.
But you had already been looking at Hotch, and that, he notices.
***
The more cases you work for the BAU, the more you realize how much of your work isn't just the investigation anymore.ย
You feel it when you still see the victimsโ faces when you close your eyes.ย
Feel it in the hammer of your chest when you have to face off another degenerate with a gun.ย
Feel it in the tenseness of your shoulders when either Spencer, or Gideon, or Hotch, or any of them are looking at you because if they even have the slightest idea that youโre not doing fine, youโll lose your place on the team.
If you even had one, that is.
It was a strange position you were in. Everyone was expecting you to be boy-geniusโ sidekick or something. Having all these ideas of you being someone bigger and stronger than you really were.ย
Someone that was smart enough to show him just where to look, but not smart enough for the rest of the local PD to listen to because for some reason, it was more believable when it came out of Dr. Reidโs mouth.
You still remember how Morgan rolled his eyes at you when you corrected him. โItโs a ballad, actually. Not a poem.โ
Whatโs worse was that the only person that didnโt seem to have this expectation of you was Spencer himself because he had no idea that any of this was even going on.ย
He didnโt ask for this.
He was just doing his job, just like you were.
Youโre officially off duty, now that youโre on the flight back to Quantico. So you unfortunately no longer have the excuse to shut away your feelings for the sake of your profession.ย
You sigh and figure that maybe a little shut eye could help, but that idea is completely thrown out the window when you hear the soft pads of rubber-soled shoes shuffling on the jetโs carpeted floor.
You look up to see the less than comfortable posture of one Dr. Spencer Reid. Obviously caught between trying to go back to the main space, and just staying near the tail where you were.
Your heart warms at the sight and you invite him over.
You were thankful that he took up on your offer.ย
Even under the harsh lights of the craft, you still notice just how soft Spencer looks. Even softer now that heโs donning your gift, and rambling on and on about how cool the color purple was to him. Gesticulating with his hands in a frenzy and you relax for what feels like the first time in months.
If you didnโt work together, you realize, you couldโve been a lot closer. Heโs everything that you liked about a guy. He was smart and sensible, with a childlike wonder for anything and everything.ย
There was an endless amount of things that he could accomplish, with a brain like that.ย ย
And he was only twenty-four.
He was just like you, so why werenโt you closer? You ask yourself this as you sigh out, but you immediately find your answer in the form of his and your mentor looking right back at you. Whispering amongst themselves and occasionally shaking their heads.ย
Looking just like they had earlier when you had brought in Spencerโs cake before the rest of BAU had showed up for duty.ย
You know that thereโs no way Reid can see them. Not when his back is quite literally turned to them, so you opt to ignore it. Maybe it was all in your head.
And maybe working with him so often wasnโt so bad.ย
After all, how could you hate Spencer Reid when heโs this happy from just a scarf?
You see the scarf again, soon enough.ย
Maybe a little too soon.
The BAU had received an urgent call to McAllister, Virginia to investigate the supposed work of a satanic cult. Two bodies that had sustained identical blunt-force trauma to the head were recovered, one skeleton and one fresh, but the team was debating the involvement of the cult in the case.
โYou're saying that there's no such thing as devil worship?โ Elle asks with disbelief, but is quickly answered by Gideon.
โNot at all. But most of the satanism that we've seen is juveniles damaging property, desecrating churches, cemeteries,โ He shrugs a little as he pauses.
โBesides,โ you add. โSatanists, removed from religious stigma, are just ethical hedonists. They reject the perceived oppression of the Christian community by building their own, and indulging in more worldly pleasures. Theyโre not inherently violent.โ
The elder nods at that, and you feel a bit proud of yourself in that moment.
โAnd to my knowledge, there has never been a proven case of a satanic ritual killing in the United States.โ
โWell, maybe there is now.โ
***
The scene is certainly interesting.
Gideon, Reid, JJ, and you were curious about the state of the older body, so you had made your way down the steep slope to check up on it. You get acquainted with the local sheriff while youโre there too and he explains that they found the body when they were doing their own investigation.
ย Just seventy-five feet away from where they found Adam.
โIt's a man. The male pelvis is more narrow and the opening at the bottom is heart-shaped, as opposed to oval.โ Spencer announces as he prods at the bodyโs clothes with a stick, but he is immediately distracted by another element.
โMelted wax?โ
โCandle wax?โ JJ asks as she leans forward a bit to see it too. Spencer agrees.
โCandles are used in rituals.โ
โTheyโre also used on birthday cakes.โ Gideon is no longer interested in the scene and looks for something else that could be nearby.ย
You, however, notice something different about the body. You were expecting it to look different.
If you were blitzed from behind, gravity tells you that you should fall backward.ย
But this skeletonโs chest was facing up.ย
โActually, they were originally used to protect the birthday celebrant from demons for the coming year. As a matter of fact, down to the fourth century, Christianity rejected the birthday celebration as a pagan ritual.โ
You nod, seemingly not paying attention, but you add on to that. Much to Spencer's delight.
โYeah, they thought that evil spirits lurked around the days of major changes so they lit candles for every year that had passed. Anway, sir, do you happen to have a good picture of Adamโs dead body?โ
The sheriff narrows his eyes at the two of you, then looks at JJ who only shakes her head with a smile.ย
โWhat kind of kids did you bring out here?โย
***
Youโre surprised it took you this long to actually feel like you needed a gun.ย
Hotch, as always, had paired you and Spencer together.
ย Again.ย
But this time, it was to go out on the field.
You had been left behind with him to continue searching the Jensonโs house. To look for anything that could concretely point to the group being responsible if the case ever went to court, but you and Reid found nothing.
And it was expected that you would find nothing. You and him had agreed that it was just far too convenient if you did, but then that kidโ Coryโ He asked you two to check the abandoned house farther up.ย
A house that youโre pretty sure not even his father knew about.
And thatโs when you got the idea. It was dark, law enforcers werenโt nearby, and you were trying to trace the tracks of an unsub that lived in an area only locals wouldnโt get lost in. You had every right to feel nervous.ย
Especially when you had that sinking feeling that the unsub was the one guiding you right where he wanted you to be.
So when he led you to a house that had the goth kidsโ insignia written in bright, red paint, you knew that you had to play along.ย
But you also knew that whatever may or may not have been up there, the team wouldnโt want Spencer to see.
You didnโt want him to see.
So you look back at him, and nod. Giving him a look that told him that you would check the house alone, that you had a plan, and that he should stay exactly where he was until you gave him the okay clear.
By the time you got back down, he knew you saw it.ย
You saw the girl, and you knew you had to get Spencer out of here.
Fast.
โWas she in there?โ Cory grabbed you by the shoulder, and you could only gulp.
You had to think quickly, but you were also still so shocked to see her inโ whatever state it was that you saw.
And then this kid was just pretending like he didn't know jackshit about it.
โShe was in there.โ Was all you could breathe out, vacantly looking past the kid that eventually let you go.
ย You instinctively reach for your phone, speed dialing Hotch, but the service was so bad up here that it wouldnโt even go through. You had to clear the area, in case this goes haywire.
With no other choice, you said what you thought could get him out of there.
โDr. Reid, I need you to check back downhill and see if the deputies have returned.โ He looks at you incredulously.
โWhat? No! I canโt leave you hereโ โย
โWe need the rest of the sheriffs and the crime scene team here.โ Looking dead into his eyes, he still doesnโt relent.
You need to calm yourself down. The more he thinks youโre not okay, the more difficult itโs going to be to convince him to leave.
He whispers your name as if itโll persuade you. Grasping your shoulders like Cory did, albeit more gently.
โRight now, youโre experiencing an acute stress response, also known as the fight-or-flight response. It would be much safer for all of us toโโ
โDo as youโre told.โย
He freezes, but heโs still looking right at you. Eyes shaking in what you assume to be fear or worry, but he eventually nods and leaves. Constantly looking over his shoulder at you and he trips a little because of it.
You make sure that heโs out of sight before turning back to the football-genius.ย
ย You saw the gun he wasnโt so subtly concealing in his pants, and there was no way you were going to risk him hurting anyone else.ย You included.
You position yourself right in front of the house. If he makes a break for it and runs in there, itโll be game over for just one cop and one manic robber. So you try to keep the open forest his only escape route.
Thatโs when you start cornering him.ย
Telling him that you knew what the profile said about the killer and how it all seemed too good to be true. How the crime had to have been done by someone who was just as smart and connected as him.
How it could have only been done by him.
What you failed to take into account however was how Spencer would have definitely come back to check on you and report his findings.
Your heart drops as he stumbles into the fray.
Which is why youโre here right now.
Gun drawn at the kid, with his own resting right on your friendโs head.ย
โShe shouldn't have gotten mixed up in all this, it was his run! I didnโt mean to hurt her, but make no mistakeโ I will shoot your boy right now.โ
You raise your hands and drop your gun in surrender. Scared of what he might do if you donโt.
โ-
You hear Aaron Hotchner shout for you as he approaches uphill and you sigh.ย
Youโre fully expecting to hear a lecture, but not the look of deep impatience that graces your supervisorโs face.
ย โAgent, I hope you understood what just happened.โ
You shrink under his gaze, but he doesnโt let up. โYour actions during this operation put both you, and Reid, in serious danger.โ
โSir, but we handled it. I even made extra sure to evacuate Dr. Reid from the premises, I just wasnโt expecting him to come back andโโ
โBut that doesn't change the fact that he had a gun on Reid mere moments before you took him down. You were antagonizing him and while you may have been successful in apprehending him, what you did also put Reid at risk.โ
This was unfair.ย
He was talking like you hadnโt had the same gun pointed at you too.ย
Like he hadn't made an effort to shoot at you.
There was nothing you couldโve said that could stop him, and you acted as fast as you could but you knew Hotch wouldnโt listen to any of it.
So you stayed quiet. Nodding along in understanding as he gave you a rundown of everything that you couldโve done better, and anything that you couldโve said differently.
Things that, he said, you couldโve done better while trying to keep yourself calm.ย
Tring to keep yourself calm after discovering a dead body, and being threatened by someone that had your friend at gunpoint.
Whatโs worse is that not even a moment after Hotch left you to talk to the rest of the team, Morgan came and it looked like he had his fair share of complaints too.
โSir Derek Morgan, I understand that you might be madโโ
โOh, so you know Iโm mad?โ You curse and groan out childishly, you know that, but you just really wanted to leave now.ย
โKid, I get that he jumped you, but you canโt just go rogue and expect everyone else to know what youโre doing.โย
You scoff.
โI didnโt go โrogue,โ I sent out Spencer to get backup so I could handle him myself. He wouldโve been out of the line of fire. I did that to protect himโโ
โNo. You did that to play hero.โย
You couldnโt believe what you were hearing.ย
โSplitting up and acting on your own like that wasnโt heroic. It was reckless. Do you know how much sleep heโs losing right now and how much more heโs going to lose just when all of this hits?โ
You shake your head humorlessly. Why is it always about him?
ย Youโre not responsible for knowing anything and everything about him, youโve barely known each other for a year. Why is it suddenly part of your job description to be boy-genius' caretaker?
โHeโs been having nightmares,โ he says your name with a weight in it.
โDonโt give him any more reasons to stay up at night.โ
And he just leaves you right there. Going up to the very guy you were talking about, who was being checked by the only medic the county had on standby. Probing to see if he was alright.ย
And he seemed like it. If the way his face lit up at Morganโs embrace or the way that he smiled when JJ congratulated him was anything to go by.ย
Or the way that Hotch patted his back to soothe him.
ย Or the way that Elle seemed to be intently listening to what he was sayingโ
Heโs not your responsibility, so why the hell should you care?
God, it just wasn't fair.
And you know that. You know that he didnโt ask for any of this to happen, and that you should be happy that heโs fineโ
But you canโt bring yourself to look at him for any longer. Not when he goes to look at you with that tight-lipped smile and raised brows that makes him look like he canโt do anything without you.
Not when itโs starting to look like he knows exactly what heโs doing.
Not when it starts to feel like heโs doing this on purpose.
Youโre starting to hate Spencer Reid.
After Morgan knocks some sense into the camera man that had been spying on the pair, Elle is the one that gives you his camera and makes her way to Spencer first. You know exactly what should be on that film, but you just wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt.ย
That maybe if you didnโt look at it any closer, you wouldnโt see anything that could make you hate him more than you already do.
That he had been behaving and just being the good, perfect boy that Gideon and Hotch, and everyone else, seemed to rave on and on about.
But you didnโt even need a proper light to see just what was on it.
And you made sure he knew exactly what he had done.
โIโ I fell inโโ
โDoctor Spencer Reid!โ Seeing you walking towards him with an anger he had never seen directed towards anyone before made him freeze where he stood. Cowering under your gaze.
โWhat in the fuck was going on inside you goddamn head, huh?โ Elle had already left by then to talk to the camera guy with Morgan just a few feet away to leave you two to it.ย
She knew what was going to happen, and she was going to let it. It needed to.
โIt was an accident, I swear! She pulled me in and Iโโ He tried to reason, but you were having none out of it.
โAnd you what? Decided that then and there was the right place to eat her face off? Might I remind you that you are still on duty and this behavior is completely unacceptable!โ
ย If this had been you, this is exactly what you wouldโve been lectured about.
But Spencer feels his brows knitting together and he shakes his head in confusion.
โYouโre-- not jealous about me kissing Lila?โ
โYou think Iโm what?!โย
You cannot believe the gall of this man.ย
Cannot comprehend how oblivious he seems to the severity of the situation.ย
And for what, because some hot blonde just happened to give him the slightest bit of attention? That since the rest of the team wasnโt around, he could go ahead and play house with some model and waste all his training on the field for nothing?ย
You shake your head incredulously at the thought.ย
โI don't know just what the hell is going on in that fuckass head of yours, Doctor, but that little bone-headed stunt that you just pulled? Couldโve cost you your life and hers.โย
Spencer tried to quell your anger. Tried to apologize, but you just kept going. Seemingly growing more and more frustrated at his feeble attempts.
ย โI couldnโt give less of a shit who you do and donโt kiss in your spare time, Mr. 187. But let me remind you of something in case that brain of yours got all scrambled from exchanging extracellular fluids with Miss Archer,โย
No longer caring for his aversion for germs, because he certainly stopped caring about that earlier today, you brought your index and middle finger up to rest dead center on his forehead.
He closed his eyes and whimpered at your touch.
โYou are still being pursued by a psychotic killer who is going around, shooting people in the head. Weโre lucky that the guy in the bushes was just some sorry voyeur doing his goddamn job, but if it had been anyone else, you wouldโve been fuckingโ!โย
Spencer feels the contact get ripped away from him suddenly, and he instinctively chases after it.ย
The realization of how insane that mustโve been however, makes him open his eyes.ย
He sees Morgan pulling you into his chest as he strides towards Lilaโs house. He sees you struggle against the hold, but as his friend keeps shushing you and repeating your name from inside, you eventually calm down and relax. Disappearing into his form as Derekโs back now faces him and he canโt see you anymore.
The boy-genius feels his heart clench at the sight. A feeling not so dissimilar to what he felt when the blonde first started kissing him.ย
He didnโt know what to do then. He knew what he was doing was wrong, but some small, sick part of him just wanted your attention on him so badly that he was willing to do whatever it took for that to happen.
He had been waiting for so longโ
But as he recalls how you were seething at him, how even though he had your eyes right where he wanted them to be, all he could feel was the heavy cloak of shame burdening him. Weighing on his form like the weight of his wet, pool bacteria-infected clothes.
And something tells him that no amount of bathing or scrubbing would ever rid him of it.ย
He doesnโt even notice the rest of the team coming back to apprehend the trespasser until Elle picks up the roll of film that you had dropped when you were dragged away. Holding it out for him to take.ย
He extends his hand out of instinct, but he crushes it soon after he recognizes whatโs on it.
โYouโre welcome, by the way.โ Is all that she says as she leaves him frozen there too.ย
***
Meanwhile, you were still in Derekโs arms. Crying like some young little fragile thing and you hated it.ย
You didnโt even know why you were crying anymore because even you knew that breaking a code of conduct was nothing to shed a few tears over.
โCome on, sweet girl, talk to me.โ Morgan coos as he continues to hug you, which makes you sob all the harder. Embarrassed that an authority figure just saw you lose your shit on the job, so you shake your head no.
Heโs probably going to tell Hotch and youโre going to get transferred outโ
โWe canโt do anything if you donโt tell me whatโs wrong.โย
But somehow those exact words had you spilling your heart out on to him. Doing so in such a frantic state as if this was a one-time opportunity that you were never going to be granted ever again.
So much so that all your insecurities came out of your mouth in word vomit.
How you tried so hard to do everything right. How you fought tooth and nail just to make it onto the team.ย
How even though you were just as young as Reid, everyone else seemed to dote on him more.ย
How everyone expected you to know just as much, if not more, than him so that he wouldnโt feel so out of place, and how every time that you didnโt, everyone only seemed to care because you had put him in danger.
How none of your efforts were ever noticed because they would either be overshadowed by Spencerโs, or brushed aside because it was not enough to make up for something that couldโve gotten him hurt.
And most of all, how bad you felt because none of it was his fault, and you knew you were being unfair to him.
And Morgan listened to all of it. Listening and occasionally apologizing when he knew that he had been guilty of one or two of those transgressions.
Patting your back and giving you all the comfort that he could before he knew you had to refocus on the case.
When you see Spencer again, his eyes remain low and you canโt bring yourself to apologize in that instant because you were still on duty and work had to be done.
No matter how sorry and how pathetic you felt, it had to wait.
What you donโt see is how his gaze lingers on his friendโs hand. Absent-mindedly moving up and down your arm in, what he understands to be, a protective manner.ย
โโโโโ
He was being a distraction. A liability. To the case, or to Lila, or to you, youโre not sure anymore, but you needed him out. So you did exactly what you were hired at the BAU to do.
Youโve always thought the art piece on Lilaโs wall was bizarre. And now that youโre looking at it again with a much clearer mind, you finally see why.
You had asked for everyone in the room to take the wall apart, after gaining Lilaโs approval, and you all pieced together the final clue.
ย A mural depicting the birth of the star that is now Lila Archer.ย
After Spencer points out that the man in the mural was his ex-classmate, Parker Dunley, the team sees no further reason to question his involvement and makes the preparations to leave.ย
Yet something is gnawing at you, telling you that this canโt be it.ย
And at this point? No one is going to listen to a theory you have because nobody listens to you once Spencer says anything.
So you suggest the next best thing.
โExcuse me?โ Your unit chief raises his eyebrows at your suggestion, but you can tell that itโs mostly a formality.
โSir, with all due respect, it is in our best interest to relieve Dr. Reid of his position as Miss Archerโs bodyguard. He is now a potential target, and he knows Parker Dunley best among all of you. He would be most useful to the investigation if he joined the others.โ
Spencer makes no attempt to contest, wanting nothing more than to just get this over with and talk to you when itโs all done, and Lila doesnโt say anything either. Just wanting the โtraitorโ to leave her house and never come back.
Hotch senses this and sighs. He looks over to Gideon, who looks like he couldnโt care any less, and then back to you.ย
โAlright then. Youโre switching places with Reid. Weโll let you know if anything happens.โ
He then discusses with the others that heโll be joining JJ at the local PD while Morgan, Elle, Reid, and Gideon will be closing in on Dunley.
So that left you alone with Lila, which was going a lot easier than you had expected it to.
โIโm sorry about your boyfriend. If I knew you were a thing, I wouldnโt have tried so hard to kiss him.โ
She seemed so guilty as she said it and you just shook your head, but you noted the use of the term, โtry.โ
โOh Miss Archer, please donโt apologize. He's not my boyfriend. I was just really upset that he couldโve gotten you hurt when he was supposed to be protecting you.โย
You move to stand a little closer to her, still keeping a fair amount of distance so you wouldnโt crowd her.ย
"Besides, I think he's more into you than you think."
Under more normal circumstances, you supposed that they could work. Spencer most likely only hesitated because he was holding on to some semblance of professionalism he could maintain with the beautiful woman.
In another life, maybe this would've panned out differently.
โI saw the way he looked at you, you know?โ Now that interests you and you tilt your head at her.ย
โLike he hated me?โย
Her laugh was empty as she shook her head. โYouโre just like him.โ Is all she said.
But before you could ask any further, a call had interrupted you.ย
You looked at the caller ID and saw that it was the very guy you were talking about. โDr. Reid,โ it read.ย The sight makes you sigh.
You know him well enough that he would never call you for work, and that this must have been for something personal.ย
โStay professional,โ you told yourself, so you drop the call.
If it had really been important, someone else would call you.
As soon as you move to put your phone down however, it rang again. You checked it and fair enough, this time it was from Derek Morgan.ย
You bring the phone to your ear.
โHello?โ
โSweet girl, listen to me. We have a name, and itโs โMaggie Lowe.โ Weโre on our waโChrist manโwe're on our way back over there, okay? Stay put and weโll let Hotch and JJ know.โย
Thereโs shouting from his end that worries you, but you nod with a hum and end the call.ย
You turned back to Lila and asked her very hurriedly if she knew anyone by that name, and her reaction tells you everything.ย
You try to tell her that sheโs the unsub and just while sheโs still confused at your sudden change in demeanor, her phone rings.ย
She shows you that itโs โMagsโ, her friend, and you immediately try to calm her down and ask her to keep her friend on the phone. Expressing softly, but with great urgency, that it is imperative they keep her on the line.
Just as Lila answers, you immediately dial Garcia. โOracle of Quantico, speak if you deign to hear the truth.โ
โMiss Garcia, I need an emergency trace to a cell phone from Lila Archerโs phone.โย
You hear her gasp a little, reasonably concerned that you had been speaking so softly. A stark contrast to your usually strong and sure voice, but she steels her own and lets you know that sheโs on it.ย
You recite to her Lilaโs phone number, having memorized it from her manager, and you instinctively look back at her to see her still pacing on the phone.ย
You try to smile warmly, mentally patting her on the back for her efforts, and she nods back in response. Somewhat thankful for yours.ย
As you wait, you suddenly remember Spencerโs phone call from earlier. Was this why he called?
Fuck, what if he wondered off and had been calling for backup but you just dropped the phone on him?
Maggie could be anywhere. It would be no surprise to you if she had actually gone back to find Dunley to eradicate any leads that could trace back to her. What if she wasโ
Youโre quick to tune back into your own call however when you hear Penelope halt her typing and call out your name.ย
โIs Lilaโs address 6028 Pike Street?โ
You donโt like where this is going. โYeah.โ
โSheโs calling from inside the house.โย You sigh, in relief? In fear?
ย โIโm sending you backup right now, please be safe, my love.โ She says with a tremor in her voice and you drop the call immediately. Catching the attention of the blonde in front of you.
โLilaโโ but then you hear a shout and a thud from another room and you shake your head. You didnโt need to ask how she got in the house because that wasnโt important anymore.ย
The profile was. And the profile said that it was an erotomanic killer.ย
You could work with that.ย
โ----
It didnโt take long for you to find Maggie. Well, you'd laugh if you could, because it was more like she found you.ย
On the other end of her gun.ย
With Lila in her arms.
There was no way that you could stall for however long it would take for the rest of your team to get here, so your best shot at surviving this was to talk her out of it.
โMaggie, put the gun downโโ
โDonโt call me Maggie, you donโt know me.โ She spit out, venom in her voice as she tried ushering Lila out with her.
โI know what itโs like.โ
ย You donโt know what the fuck you were saying, but you were panicking. It wasnโt your first time being held at gunpoint, it had happened so often that Hotch even claimed you were always begging for it.
But this was different. None of the right words were coming to you.ย
You had to think of a way to deal with this, fast, and you didnโt know how to make it believable enough.
โNo you donโt, little girl. Donโt pretend like you do.โ
โBut I do!โ You put your gun down in a panic and held your hands up in surrender.
โI know what itโs like to l-โ your mouth went dry. โTo love someoneโ someone that doesnโt love you back.โย
You seriously donโt know what the fuck youโre saying.ย
Maggie laughs at what you say though.
โWell it sucks to be you, but my baby loves me. Isnโt that right?โ She makes a show of tucking Lilaโs hair behind her ear, but even through her fear, she denies her friend.ย
โI donโt, Mags.โ Maggieโs jaw tightens at that.
โYes you do, I know you doโ Donโt act like you donโt, you stupid, ungratefulโโ you cut her off.ย
โShe doesnโt, Miss Lowe. And I know you know that.โ She shakes her head, but still keeps her gun on Lila.
You push a little harder. โI know because I know what itโs like to love someone. To meet your match.โ You approach her just a little.
She shifts the gun to you now, but you continue to push.ย
โI know what it feels like to get tunnel vision. Where nothing matters if itโs got nothing to do with her. โย
You look her in the eye, and you can tell that itโs not enough. You need to switch gears, but you canโt think of anything else to do.
โAndโ And I know what itโs likeโto feel everything so stronglyโso much so that you donโt even know whatโs happening until it just is.โ
You realize it now. It was all you
It was never about the teasing of your teammates, never about the expectation that Hotch or Gideon had. ย
You never hated Spencer. You just wanted to belong. You just wanted to be treated like how he was.ย
The realization makes your eyes water.
You didnโt even notice it, but as more and more words fall free from your mouth, all you can think about is him.
ย About how youโre sorry. About how you never meant to hurt him. About how he doesnโt deserve your frustrations.
About how you could never hate anyone as loveable as him.ย
You shake the thought away. Hands still up high.
Maggieโs eyes narrow, her finger twitching on the trigger. โYou think you can understand me, huh? Talk your way out?โ
You shake your head. โNo, but I think I can reach you,โย
You take a step forward.
โI thought I hated him, Maggie. I thought he was doing it all on purpose. Kept thinking, โwe were so similar.โ So why was it that being smart was special, and made everyone treasure him, but not me? And I think, maybeโโ
You take another.ย ย
โMaybe I was just scared. Scared that I wasnโt good enough. That I would always be overshadowed.โ
Maggieโs grip on the gun tightens. โSo what? You think that makes us the same?โ
โNo,โ you say softly, taking another careful step forward.
ย โBut I do think that youโre the type of person thatโs willing to do anything, no matter how desperate, to be seen.โ
Maggieโs expression wavers, but the gun remains steady. โYou donโt know anything about me.โ
โI know enough,โ you insist. โI know that hurting Lila wonโt fill that void. It wonโt give you what youโre looking for.โ
Maggieโs hand trembles. โI would never hurt her--โ
โYes, you will. You will because youโre a danger to her, but that can change. You donโt have to hurt anyone anymore.โ
Maggieโs face contorted with rage.ย
โShut up! You donโt know anything!โ
When Maggie goes to shoot at you, you tackle the gun out of her hand. Wrestling her to the ground as you did.
ย You look behind you and tell Lila to hurry and grab your gun from off the floor and leave, and she does just that.
ย Not even sparing you, nor her โfriend,โ a glance as she makes her escape to where you hope your team now was.
From outside, the team sees Lila holding a gun like a bomb in her hands, and running into the arms of Spencer Reid. The others that were still in their car try quickly to get out to understand the situation when a single gunshot is heard from inside the house.
The rest of the team rushes in.ย
Due to the results of my poll, there will be a part two! One where it's all from Spencer's point of view + the aftermath of this case lol
Please let me know what you think of this one though!! Or any ideas you might want to see in the second part, or literally anything at all--
tags: zombie apocalypse au, neighbors to lovers, afab!reader, no pronouns, hurt/comfort, smut, NO MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH
cw: description of corpses, simon is aggressive towards you, but also very soft!simon, protective!simon, violence, simon does murder someone, lots of kissing, wet&messy sex, multiple orgasms, edging (simon), missionary position, mating press, fingering, cunnilingus, creampie, breast play, squirting, overstimulation, dirty talk, pet names, eye contact, praise, teeny bit talkin u thru it
note: i think that's all the neccessary warnings but if u think smthn else should be added, let me know. please enjoy this MONSTER fic!!!
; you find yourself hiding out in your apartment as the undead begin walking. luckily, you have a well-trained military operative as a neighbor who is more than willing to keep you safe.
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โResidents are advised to remain in their homes. Authorities are unsure what is causing the severe aggression in people but the military has been called in nationwide. Please stay tuned as more information becomes available.โย
That was the first news broadcast. They reportedย people getting sick-- airborne is what they had said. Stay inside, and stay away from other people.ย
So you did just that โ stayed hidden away in your apartment, glued to your television for every possible news cast that you could get.ย
It was only a week later that the whole story had come out.ย
The airborne strain is what caused the first swell of infections. Anyone who was susceptible to the infection would have already become sick by now. But those who were infected by the airborne strain turnedโฆferal. They became like wild animals, barely human. Their skin rotted around them while they were still alive. Their brains died but their hearts remained pumping. They were walking corpses that had a vicious hunger for human flesh.ย
The bites are what caused the following wave of infections. Something in their saliva turned you into whatever they were.ย
You were scared. When you looked outside your window, down just a few floors to the ground, you could see hordes of people stumbling around, shuffling and shambling.ย
Sometimes you would hide in your bathroom as the sounds of gunfire filled the city. It was the worst when it was the middle of the night.ย
You werenโt equipped to deal with a disaster of this level โ humans turning into disease spreading killers. You were having to ration your food, waiting for the day that there would be an announcement that it was safe.ย
You wanted it all to be over.ย
Then the news broadcasts stopped, cell service dropped, and the populace was left in the dark.ย
You kept the lights off in your apartment, scared that the wandering hordes outside would see it and find you.
You had no idea how long you had been hiding in your apartment, spending most nights with your knees to your chest as you watched the static on the TV. You held out hope that the news broadcast would come back, but it never did. You spent the days and nights in mundane monotony, hopelessness settling in.ย
The only interruption was a heavy knock on your front door, practically making you jump out of your skin at the sound of it. You hadnโt expected anyone to actually approach your apartment in search of you. It terrified you that anyone could be out there at a time like this.
With wide eyes and trembling hands, you grabbed a kitchen knife off of your counter and tiptoed towards the front door. Peeking through the peep-hole, you let out a heavy sigh of relief.ย
Throwing the door open, you were faced with the familiar balaclava of your neighbor across the hall.
โSimonโฆโ you whispered in relief.ย
He wasnโt lunging nor did he have the milky-white eyes of the undead that you had seen on the news. He was normal.ย
โWhatโre you planning to do with that?โ he asked, eyeing the kitchen knife still in your hand.
โOh!โ you gasped, quickly placing it on the table by your front door, โSorry, youโ youโ startled me when you knocked. Would you like to come in?โ
His lidded, brown eyes gaze around your apartment behind you before landing on you again, โYou have anyone else in there?โ
You blink and slowly shake your head, โNo, Iโm alone.โ
His brows furrow at that, โYouโve been by yourself this whole time?โ
You shrug and nod, โWhat else was I supposed to do? The news reports said to stay insideโฆโ
He hums, โAre you sick?โ
โNo, Iโm fine,โ you respond quickly, โWhy?โ
Suddenly thereโs a hand on your forehead and you realize heโs checking your temperature. You remain still and allow him to do it before he's shoving his hands in his hoodie pockets.ย
โFeverโs the first symptom,โ he explains, โIโm goinโ door to door to check on everyone.โ
โOh!โ you gasp, smiling, โThatโs very nice of you, Simon.โ
You knew that Simon was in the military. He was often out on long deployments and sometimes he had tasked you with keeping an eye on his apartment since you were right across the hall from him.
He was a nice enough guy, if not a little cold and blunt. He was tall and broad, clearly well built despite the fact that he usually wore a hoodie that hid his biceps from view. Youโd gotten glimpses of his tattoos when you had knocked on his door one evening and asked him if he knew anything about water heaters because your hot water had been out for nearly a month in the dead of winter and the apartment manager hadnโt done anything to help you.
Simon had kindly come to your apartment, even though it was nearing midnight, rolled his sleeves up and fixed your problem within the hour. You had baked him cookies as a thank you that following weekend.ย
โHow is everyone doing..?โ you venture to ask, leaning against the doorjamb as a breeze flows into your apartment from the open door.
He casts a glance down the hallway, almost like heโs thinking before sighing, โFew people are sick. Theyโve beenโฆโ he hesitates for a moment, โQuarantined.โ
โProbably for the best,โ you respond, โKeep them from hurting anyone when theyโฆturn.โ
It feels so surreal to be talking about confining people to keep them from literally eating the healthy people. But it seems thatโs where youโre all at now.ย
โIโm going to barricade our floor,โ he says suddenly, โKeep anyone from cominโ in thatโs not supposed to come in.โ
โWhat if we need to leave?โ you ask, concerned, โWeโre only going to have finite food and resources between us. The powerโs also going to go out sooner rather than later, Simon.โ
โI know,โ he sighs, โBut we should stay indoors for as long as possible. When the power runs out and we run out of supplies, we can figure out what to do next,โ he explains, โThe military was on the ground here last I heard, youโve heard the gunshots. I donโt believe theyโll last much longer but itโs not wise for us to go out while theyโre tryinโ to eliminate as many of theseโฆundead as they can.โ
โI guess that makes senseโฆโ you whisper before his words finally settle on you, โWhat do you mean you donโt think theyโll last much longer..?โ
He levels a hard stare at you that makes your heart race in anxiety. Simon was always a serious individual by nature but this is how you imagine he looks when heโs on duty, โHundreds of thousands of people are sick out there. The airborne strain no doubt got to hundreds of the soldiers meant to be protecting the civilians. Eventually, theyโll eat each other from the inside out โliterally.โ
โYou mean even the military is going to collapse..?โ you ask, horrified. You try not to let the tears fill your eyes but Simonโs words fill you with a dreadful sense of hopelessness.ย
โCommunications are cut,โ he says finally, โRadioโs been silent all day. Not sure whatโs goinโ on but itโs not good.โ
The tears quickly began to fall down your cheeks. Before you could wipe them away, a calloused thumb was doing it. You sniffled and looked up at him.
โI-I donโt know what Iโm supposed to do,โ you confessed softly, โI donโt know how Iโm supposed to survive, Simon.โ
โDonโt you worry about that, love,โ he whispered, grabbing your chin gently to make you look up at him, โIโll take care of you, yeah?โ
โI donโt want to be a burdenโฆโ you explain, wrapping your arms protectively around yourself.ย
โWouldnโt be the first time I took care of you,โ he joked, though it held little humor, โYou wonโt be a burden. Iโll teach you what you need to know, alright?โ
โYou will?โ he nods when you look up at him hopefully and you smile, โThank you, Simon. I donโt really want to die by getting eaten by walking corpses.โ
He chuckled under his mask, brown eyes crinkling around the edges a bit, โIt is pretty fuckinโ mad, isnโt it?โ You laugh, the first genuine smile youโve cracked since before that first news broadcast, โWhy donโt you come across the hall and stay with me, yeah?โ
โIs that okay..?โ You canโt deny the idea of being with company sounded more appealing than anything. You were definitely beginning to feel the ebbs of loneliness creeping in on you as the days of silence passed. Plus, Simon wasโฆsafe, โThe news said not toโฆmingle in case of the disease spreading.โ
He scoffed, โRules like that donโt really apply anymore, love,โ he mutters softly, โPlus, neither of us is sick so itโs not like weโll spread it anyway. I can teach you some knife work and how to use a gun easier if weโre together, yeah?โ
โOkay,โ you smile, excitement surging in your chest, replacing the painful void of hopelessness you had, โLet me just get some things together and Iโll be right over, okay?โ
โSounds good, love,โ you can tell heโs smiling under the mask. He gives you a pat on the shoulder before stepping away, โJust knock when youโre ready.โ
You stand in your doorway until he disappears into his apartment. Once youโre alone, you cast a cursory glance around your living room, eyeballing everything you need to take before you dash into your bedroom. From the back of your closet, you grab a duffle bag that you have stowed away in the back of your closet from when you first moved in.
Navigating in the dark of your apartment was a bit of a challenge but you managed to stuff all the essentials into the bag. After slinging it over your shoulder, you step out of your apartment, making sure it was locked before knocking on Simonโs door.ย
He opened it quickly, still wearing the same hoodie, jeans, and balaclava as before โ his hood still up as well. He stepped aside for you to enter.
Unlike you, his apartment was illuminated by lamps โ but his windows were covered with blackout curtains so no light would seep outside. It was pretty plainly decorated, just the essentials and a few photographs on the walls; upon closer inspection it looked like him and, you assumed, his comrades.ย
You went to place your bag down but he stopped you, โI cleared out a drawer for you to put your clothes in for the time beinโ.โ
โOhโฆโ you gaped at him, surprised to hear that he had done something like that for you, โThank you, Simon.โ
He led you to his bedroom, standing in the hallway while you walked in. His bedroom was darkly decorated, black out curtains on the windows, navy blue sheets and a black comforter on his bed. His furniture was all dark toned as well.ย
It suited him, you thought.
There were two drawers open and empty, letting you know that those were yours for the taking. You knelt down and opened your duffle bag, carefully folding and placing your items inside. When you got to your undergarments, you cast a glance towards the door to find that he was no longer standing there. Breathing a sigh of relief, you quickly filled the top drawer with all of your delicates before closing the drawers and standing up.ย
Flicking on the light to his en suite bathroom, you placed your toothbrush and toothpaste alongside his, the sight making you blush before you went to add your belongings into the shower as well.ย
Realistically, you knew that the water was going to go out sooner or later but you planned to enjoy it for as long as you possibly could until then.ย
When you ventured into the living room, Simon was in the kitchen, the cabinets open as he scanned over all of his belongings.
โIs something wrong..?โ you asked softly.
โThinkinโ of how to ration,โ he replied quickly, โHave you got any stuff over at yours still?โ
You nod your head, โItโs not much but I have some canned food and like...rice and stuff if you want that.โ
โYeah, itโll be good to consolidate all our supplies in the long run,โ he explained, โYou got your keys?โ
โYes!โ you pull your keyring from your pocket and drop it into his open palm.
โIโll be right back love, make yourself at home,โ he gave you a gentle nudge towards the couch before leaving you there.ย
You took a seat on the couch, realizing just how tired you were. You hadnโt realized how tense youโre been for so long on your own. Now that you were safe and with company, you could almost feel the tension sliding right off of you. You rested your head against the back of the couch and closed your eyes, intending to just rest your eyes and enjoy the peace you felt.ย
You were startled awake by the sound of the door slamming shut. You nearly jumped out of your skin, wide eyes finding Simonโs who looked a little sheepish.
โSorry, love,โ he whispered, โDidnโt realize youโd be sleepinโ.โ
โDidnโt mean toโฆโ you confess, standing up and stretching, watching Simon lug a bag of food into the kitchen.
โHavenโt been sleepinโ well?โ he asked, his back to you as he began to stock up the cabinets.ย
โNot reallyโฆโ with a sigh, you lean back against the counter with your arms crossed over your chest, โIโve been stressed about this whole situation.โ
โIt isโฆโ he pauses in his words, placing a bag of dried beans into the cabinet, โNothing Iโve ever seen before.โ
โSociety is really collapsing around us, isnโt it?โ you bravely ask, although you were scared to hear the answer.
โYeah, darlinโ,โ his voice is softer than youโve ever heard it and that brings a fresh wave of tears to your eyes.
โThis is so fucked up,โ you cry, burying your face in your hands, โThank you, Simon. You didnโt have to offer to help me and I really owe you a lot.โ
โDonโt worry about it,โ he closes the cabinet, the bag he brought finally empty before turning to you, โIโll make sure you know everything you need to know to survive.โ
โI doubt Iโll be as good as you,โ you joke, a crooked, wobbly smile on your face.ย
He steps forward and cups your chin, brushing his thumb against your cheek, โNo oneโs as good as me, sweetheart.โ
You chuckle softly at his words.ย
This is what you needed โ someone by your side to keep you sane as society collapsed and everyone that you knew died.ย
That night, you slept better than you had in days. Simon had given you his bed, offering to take the couch. You had argued, telling him that you couldnโt take his bed like that.ย
โIโm up most nights anyway, love,โ he had assured you, โAt least someone around here can get a good nightโs sleep in that bed.โ
When you woke up, fully rested you might add, Simon was already awake, drinking some tea. You sat down beside him, enjoying a nice quiet morning.
โHow do you feel about learninโ some basics today, love?โ he asked when he was cleaning his mug.ย
โSure!โ you agreed, โI have to warn you though, I really know next to nothingโฆโ
โThatโs alright,โ he chuckled, waving to you to follow him to the living room, โIโm a good teacher, I promise.โ
โI donโt doubt that,โ you watched as he stood up and went to a closet in the hallway, pulling out an assortment of bags and carriers.
He placed them down beside the couch and took a seat next to you.
โI think itโs best if we start with you gettinโ comfortable with the feeling of holding a weapon in your hands,โ he explained, pulling out a knife bigger than any youโve seen, โThis is a hunting knife.โ
He handed it towards you, his fingers confidently gripping the blade between two fingers. You wrapped your hand around the handle, testing its weight in your hands. It was dangerous and nerve-wracking, holding a weapon in your hands.ย
โI know itโs scary,โ he assured, โBut when youโre comfortable holding knives then you can learn to use them properly to protect yourself.โ
โWhat about guns..?โ you find yourself asking, still gripping the knife in your hands, turning it over and adjusting your grip just to desensitize yourself to it.ย
โWeโll tackle guns when you get used to knives,โ he replied.
โSo you have guns?โ you ask, letting him pull the hunting knife from your hands.
โOf course I do,โ he reaches into a bag by his feet, pulling out a pistol.ย
Your eyes go wide as you watch him handle it effortlessly, checking the chamber and moving it around in his hands like it wasnโt a dangerous weapon.
โWhen youโre ready, Iโll teach you to properly use one so you can use it in case of an emergency,โ he explained, placing the pistol on the table carefully.
โIโm going to have to kill other peopleโฆโ you mutter to yourself.
Simon pulled out another knife, passing it into your hands, โCombat knife,โ he supplied simply, โAnd youโll have to kill them butโฆI donโt think theyโre people anymore, love.โ
โI guess thatโs trueโฆโ you mutter, holding the knife with a firm grip, โIโve only seen them on the news before it stopped broadcasting. What about you?โ
โHavenโt seen โem in person either,โ he replies with a shrug, โSome of myโฆteammates,โ the words seem awkward coming from his mouth but he continued, โWere givinโ me some information before they went radio silent.โ
โWhat happened to them?โ you couldnโt help but ask.
A brief flash of sadness flashed over his eyes but he quickly sobered up, leaning back against the couch with a sigh, โNot a clue. I guess thereโs no way for me to know. I just know it was getting bad. Dangerous.โ
โIโm sorry about your teammates,โ was all you could find in supply of an answer.
Simon didnโt respond, simply letting his gaze fall back on the knife, โLet me show you some handling techniques for you to practice.โ
Realizing that he didnโt want to talk about the world outside anymore, you let him lead you through a crash course on knife handling and knife safety. He took the time to teach you the different kinds of knives in his possession and you nodded along as best you could but if youโre being honest โ it was primarily lost on you.
Youโre not sure if Simon knew that but he seemed to enjoy teaching you, so you let him ramble on to his heartโs content.ย
By the end of the day, you were confident enough in at least not accidentally cutting yourself on the sharp blades.ย
In order to repay him, you made dinner for the both of you โ though, really, it was just some heated up canned soup-- and did the dishes for him so he didnโt have to.
By the end of the night, you both found yourselves on the couch, watching a movie he had put on. With there being no way to watch anything else, you were grateful he had a collection of movies to his name โ you simply streamed your favorite shows and movies and called it a day.ย
It ticked late into the night and before you knew it, you were falling asleep on the couch, leaned against his shoulder. You could feel him shift and knew you should open your eyes, but the tugs of sleep at the edges of your subconscious kept you from doing so. Suddenly, you felt the soft beat of his heart against your ear and the heavy weight of his arm laid across you. You briefly registered that you were now wrapped in his arms before the final tug of sleep pulled you under.
When you woke up, you were in bed.ย
And Simon wasnโt in the apartment.ย
โSimon..?โ you called, looking around everywhere for him โ to no avail.ย
You ventured to the door, carefully pulling it open and stepping out. You looked down the hall towards the stairwell before you heard a grunt of effort from the other end.ย
โSimon!โ you called, making him look up.
โWhatโre you doinโ out here?โ he asked, pausing in his task of pushing a large bookcase towards the elevator.ย
โYou werenโt insideโฆโ you mutter, wandering down the hall towards him, โWhatโre you doing?โ
โBarricading this elevator,โ he replied, giving the heavy object another push with a grunt of effort.ย
โOh, right, you mentioned you wanted to do that,โ you mumbled, taking a moment to look over him.
He wasnโt wearing his hoodie for once, instead wearing a tight black t-shirt that was sticking to his skin with sweat. He wore his jeans with a holster and gun on his hip as well.ย
โDo you need any help?โ you asked but he shook his head.
โNo, you canโt help with this, love,โ he grunted, giving the bookcase one final, heavy push before it was flush against the elevator doors.ย
It was then that you noticed the straps nailed to the wall. He took them and secured them to the other side of the elevators, making sure the bookcase was fastened firmly.ย
โEnough people push this and itโll come down but at least itโs secure enough,โ he explained, giving his work a final once over.
โDo you know where the others are?โ you find yourself asking as he makes his way to the other end of the hallway
He pauses at that, seemingly thinking of his next words carefully, โI checked door to door. Most of our neighbors got the hell out to go see their families when everything went to shit. A fewโฆwere sick and turned in their apartments so I had toโฆput them down.โ
You cringed at his wording, you knew he was trying to phrase it delicately for you but you werenโt sure if you would have preferred him to just say he killed them. โPut them downโ made it sound like they were rabid dogs and not people you once knew and smiled at in the halls.ย
โFound some notes in some of them,โ Simon said suddenly, waving you to follow him back to the apartment โ to safety, โGuess we can only hope they made it to their families in one piece.โ
โI hope so,โ you muttered optimistically, slipping past him when he opened the front door for you.
You quickly realize how difficult it is to tell how much time is passing with Simonโs blackout curtains, which he refused to allow you to open for fear of attracting any unwanted attention. With there being no more news broadcasts or anything on TV, you didnโt even know the date anymore and you were too scared to ask for fear of knowing how long youโve been living like this. Your food rations were slowly dwindling but neither of you talked about it.ย
You know youโre still waking up in the mornings and sleeping at night โ Simon seems to run on an extremely specific schedule. When you asked him about it, he told you it was from the military, which made sense. Either way, you were grateful to him for helping you keep on track.
The water and power were both still on, but Simon kept telling you not to keep your hopes up about it lasting long.ย
You spent your days learning knife etiquette and practicing stabbing various targets that Simon made for you. Youโve grown much more confident. Of course, you would be no match for your teacher himself but against a bumbling walking corpse? You were sure you would be able to at least buy yourself time to escape if you needed.ย
Eventually, Simon decided it was time to move onto what you were most scared of โ guns.ย
โIโm going to tell you a few things before I let you hold this,โ he said, eyes hardened to show how serious he was as he held a pistol in his hands, โAre you paying attention?โ
โOf course,โ you breathe, wringing your hands in front of you as you eye the weapon.
โYou canโt be scared of your weapons,โ he advises, โYou need to be confident and sure with every movement you make. Itโs not a toy.โ
โHard not to be scared of itโฆโ you confess, โWhat if I hurt someone with it orโฆI donโt know.โ
โThatโs why Iโm teaching you all this,โ he says, โYouโll get confident and less scared the more you handle them. Weโre startinโ you off simple and you can build up to bigger and badder guns. For nowโฆpistols will do.โ
โOkay,โ you swallow around the nervous lump in your throat, โTell me what I need to know.โ
โThatโs the spirit,โ he praises, holding the pistol up for you to see how he grips it, โFirst, never put your finger on the trigger unless youโre going to shoot. Just rest your finger on the side like this, see,โ he turns his hand and lets you see the way he keeps his finger hovering beside the trigger rather than on it.ย
You nod your head, โGot it.โ
โTake it,โ he says, โCarefully.โ
You stare at the offered weapon for just a moment before you reach out and delicately take it from his hands, โNext, never point it at anyone you donโt intend to shoot. Whether itโs loaded or not, keep it pointed away from people and yourself.โ
You mimic his grip, grimacing when you realize it's actually much heavier than you thought it would be. It was definitely going to take practice before you built up the ability to hold it for long periods. You follow his instructions and keep it pointed to the ground โ albeit awkwardly.
โHere,โ he suddenly steps behind you.
You feel your heart catch in your chest when you feel him press against your back. Heโs incredibly warm and firm as you lean against him. He carefully takes your hands in his, supporting your hands and holding the gun eye level.
โJust practice lining up your sight and lookin at a target,โ he says.
His face is so close to yours, his voice right in your ear, deep and gravelly with that heavy accent. You struggle to process his words, hoping to god he doesnโt hear how fast your heart has started racing.
You close one eye and focus on aiming at a photo on his wall, a small picture frame. His large, gloved hands dwarf your own and youโre suddenly overwhelmed by the scent of him. He smells like cigarettes and the body wash you may have taken a quick whiff of when you used his shower for the first time. You find yourself wondering when he has time to smoke since youโve never actually seen him do it.ย
Your mind is blank beyond anything other than him. How big and warm he is, how safe you feel with him wrapped around you, how good he smells and how much you love his voice as he utters tips and commands into your ear โ sickly sweet in that way he always seems to talk to you.ย
If you focused too much on it, youโd slowly come to the realization that you may have a crush on him. But you quickly dash that thought from your head and focus back on his gun lesson as he teaches you how to eject a magazine with ease.ย
This is about survival. Neither of you have time to dwell on a silly crush.ย
A few days later, youโre standing in the eerie hallway with him. He had offered for you to just stay in the apartment and relax while he did the work but you honestly didnโt want to be alone so you opted to sit with him as he worked.
Your back was against the wall, sipping a cup of instant coffee you had made. Simon was silent as he worked on barricading the door to the stairwell. You both agreed that it was best if it was still accessible just in case something happened, but you didnโt want any unnecessary visitors making their way into the safe little haven youโve both made for yourselves.
โWe should think about looting the empty apartments,โ you said suddenly, trying to keep your eyes off of his bulging biceps as he yanked on a strap that was attached to the doorknob to keep the door from being opened.ย
โThatโs a good idea,โ he grunted, stepping back to admire his handiwork when he finally finished testing its durability, โLetโs do it.โ
He offered his hand and you smiled, taking it and letting him pull you to your feet. You brushed off imaginary dust in an effort to hide how flustered just holding his hand for that brief second made you.ย
You started at the other end of the hallway from your shared apartment. Simon displayed a disturbing aptitude for opening up very locked doors. You chose not to comment on it, instead silently being thankful that he was able to do it at all.ย
โHow about we make a loot pile in the hallway so we can bring it all inside when weโre ready?โ you suggest.
โAlright,โ he responds, eyes scanning over the cabinets in the kitchen, โFood is our main priority but it wouldnโt hurt to have some medical supplies.โ
You agreed and started helping him pick things out, filling your arms full of canned goods and pill bottles which you then deposited in the hallway by your apartment.ย
The two of you made it through a handful of apartments, securing a nice resource pile for the two of you. You were feeling good, hopeful, as you stared at your future right there in the silent hallway.
It wasnโt until you opened one in particularโ it belonged to a shy, college kid, you rememberโ that it seems everything changes for you. He couldnโt have been but 18, away from home for the first time and living in his first apartment on his own.ย
Simon is busy looting the kitchen, you can hear him placing cans on the counter, consolidating whatever it is he chooses to bring with him. You check the bedroom, looking through the drawers and pocketing a bottle of aspirin and nausea medication before you move to the bathroom.ย
The second you push open the door, youโre met with the force of another person shoving into you. You cry out as you hit the ground, the person falling on top of you. You panic and scramble out from under them, their coughing and wheezing forcing you to look at them.ย
Itโs the kid who lives there. Heโs deathly pale, dark circles under his eyes which are bloodshot. His lips are crusty and dry, seemingly struggling with finding something to say.
โPl-โ he starts to whisper before you see movement in the corner of your eye.
โSimon, wait!โ you cry when you see the knife.
But itโs too late, the hunting knife you had held with your own two hands more times than you could count, is embedded in the kids skull, spraying blood all over you. All you can do is make a pathetic squeak, fear and panic rendering you unable to say anything as you watch his now lifeless body flop onto the ground beside you, his still warm blood soaking into your clothes as it runs out of the gaping hole in his head.
โThe fuck were you thinkinโ?!โ Simon suddenly shouts, storming over to you and yanking you to your feet roughly.
You stumble up, bumping into him as you stare at the dead body on the floor, โHe..He was aliveโฆIโฆโ
โHe was sick!โ Simon snarls, roughly wrapping his hand around your throat, forcing you to look at him. There was a fire in his eyes that you hadnโt seen before, making you cower, โYouโre lucky he didnโt bite you! Fuckinโ hell, are you stupid?!โ
โH-He was talking, he was just sick, Simon!โ you argued, tears fillingย your eyes as you stared up at him, โW-We could have given him medicine, could haveโโ
โHe was a dead man walking,โ he shouts, the volume making you flinch, โHe was going to turn. Are you a fuckinโ idiot? Thinkinโ we could save him?โ
The tears you were holding fell down your cheeks at his cruel words and you glared up at him, โI-Iโm not stupid, I justโฆh-he talked to me!โ
โIt doesnโt matter,โ Simonโs eyes narrow, โHe was a threat. A liability. Donโt fuckinโ worry about him, worry about yourself.โ
He releases you with a rough shove, taking out some of his anger on you. He continues to glare at you for a long minute before turning his back on you and stalking out of the room, muttering about how stupid it was that you could have killed yourself over some random kid.ย
Your eyes fall on said kid, no more blood coming from the wound, simply coagulating on the floor around him, โY-Youโre a monster.โ
The words come out of your mouth before you can stop them, quiet and shaky. But Simon hears them clear, freezing on the other side of the doorway, in the hall.ย
โIโm a monster..?โ he asks, voice suddenly eerily calm. He turns around, his large body taking up an obscene amount of the doorway. You can tell heโs intentionally trying to intimidate you, a punishment that makes your cheeks heat up in anger, โIโve been breakinโ my back to keep your stupid ass alive and Iโm a monster? Because I put down some fucker that was gonna turn rabid in a day?โ he glares at you, squinting through the mask and drawing his dark eyebrows together, โYou think itโs easy for me? Iโm doinโ everything I can to keep you safe!โ he shouts so loud that your ears ring and you flinch from the sound alone, โBut if you canโt appreciate that then maybe you should be on your fuckinโ own and see how long it takes before youโre ripped apart by those feral bastards!โ
He storms off at that, loudly slamming the front door, indicating his final exit from the apartment. You hastily wipe the tears from your cheeks only for more to replace them and you sniffle, casting a sorrowful glance at the dead kid before creeping out of the apartment yourself.
Simon is nowhere in the hall but the supplies you both gathered are still there.ย
You carefully open the door to Simonโs apartment and peek inside, finding it completely silent and still. Youโre not sure where he went but you decide to busy yourself with loading all your looted items into the kitchen and sorting them all for when he returns.
Youโre not sure how long you take to finish but Simon still isnโt back and you become worried.
He had said you should be on your own but surely he didnโt actually just leave the building, did he?
You wander over to his supplies and find a handful of his weapons gone. Your heart shoots into your throat and more tears prick at your eyes before youโre dashing out of the apartment once again.
The door to the stairwell is no longer held shut, indicating that Simon had, in fact, gone that way. You curse yourself. If you had checked sooner then he would have at least been somewhere close but if he really left, he would be long out of the building by now.ย
You creep towards the door and slowly push it open. You hadnโt even left the floor since before this whole thing started. It was eerily quiet, but if you listened close you could hear some muffled shuffling from somewhere.ย
You crept out, quickly realizing how dark it was. You pulled out your keychain which held a tiny flashlight that you used to navigate when it was dark in the apartment.ย
You crept down the stairs, holding your breath with every step until you finally reached the floor below you. You can hear muffled sounds from beyond the door and slowly push it open, flashing the light down the hallway.ย
It's too small and weak to penetrate the stifling darkness. The power was not on on this floor for some reason and that immediately set you on edge. You could still hear some shuffling and strange, raspy noises from within the darkness.ย
โSimon..?โ you call into the impenetrable, oppressive darkness. The noises stop for a moment and you swallow around the nervous lump in your throat, โSimon?โ you call again, louder.
The noises return, shuffling, heavy footsteps advance on you. You strain your eyes to see past the weak illumination that your flashlight provides. Youโre breathing heavily, you realize, anxiety making your lungs feel constricted as the footsteps get closer and closer.
All of the sudden, a disgusting, rotted face appears in your sights, arms outstretched towards you. You scream out in unbridled terror as it grabs you, its bony, sickening fingers latching onto your shoulders. You attempt to push it away and run but you trip over your own two feet in your panic. Your flashlight flies out of sight, its dim illumination casting down the hallway, leaving you to push at the undead corpse as it collapses on top of you. Its weight is more than you thought it would be, leaving your arms trembling as you struggle to keep it from falling on top of you. It fights your resistance and chomps its disgusting teeth at your face, attempting to get a bite out of your flesh.ย
It reeks, you realize, like the smell of a dead animal you pass by on the street. It makes your stomach turn and you fear youโre going to throw up from the smell alone. The rotting skin of its chest slips and pulls away from the bone and muscle and you gag, tears coming to your eyes as you realize the very real and terrifying danger youโre in.
You have no way to get out of this.ย
As you look down the hall, where the light barely pierced the inky depths, you can see more figures emerging from further down the hall, shuffling and rasping in interest at your fight with the one on top of you.
Tears fall down your temples and a sob bursts from your chest as you slowly come to terms that this is how youโre going to die. You canโt hold the sheer weight of the undead above you for much longer.
โS-Simonโฆโ you call out, weak and strained. You know even if heโs nearby he wonโt hear you. You have to try harder, get your voice out, shout for him. You swallow around your tears and panic, taking a full breath before shouting, โSimon! Please! Simon, help me!โ
You donโt even register the door opening behind you. But you do notice when the weight of the corpse is gone, a knife stabbing into its skull before a large hand grabs you by the back of the shirt and drags you back into the stairwell. The undead follow after you, slamming themselves against the door as soon as it slams closed.ย
Youโre trembling and unable to blink or breathe as the shock of what just happened washes over you.ย
โWhat the fuck were you thinking?!โ Simon all but screams, grabbing you by the front of your shirt, dragging you onto unsteady feet that canโt hold you up before slamming you against the wall. You can still hear those zombies slamming against the door. Your ears are ringing and you barely register Simon shouting at you.ย
He shakes you and it finally draws your attention to him. His eyes are wide, irises darting back and forth over your face. He doesnโt look nearly as angry as you would expect. Instead he looksโฆconcerned.
Scared.
โSimonโฆโ you whisper, the tears not stopping as they fall down your cheeks. Heโs the only thing holding you up right now, hands balled in the material of your shirt, keeping you pinned to the wall, โI-I wasโฆI was looking for youโฆโ
Heโs panting, shoulders rising and falling as he struggles to compose himself, โLookinโ for me?โ
โY-You said you were leaving and Iโฆโ you whimper, โI-I didnโt want you to go soโฆI went to find youโฆI didnโt think thatโฆโ
You see his jaw tense through his mask before he slowly lets go of your shirt. Your knees tremble under your own weight and your hands find purchase against his chest.
โFuckinโ hellโฆโ he mutters, stepping away from you with a heavy sigh, โJust donโtโฆdo that again, got it?โ
You nod your head, sniffling as you feel your tears slowly come to a stop, โTh-Thank you, Simonโฆfor saving meโฆโ
โYeah,โ he grunts, turning his back to you, storming back up the stairs to your floor.ย
You unsteadily follow behind him, still a shaky and anxious mess. When you get into the apartment, Simon is in the kitchen, barely sparing you a glance.
โGo take a shower,โ he orders you.
You linger in the doorway for a moment, hoping that heโll look at you even for a second. But he doesnโt and you hang your head, skulking off to take your shower with a heavy heart.ย
The night rolls around and Simon hasnโt said a word, putting you more on edge with each passing minute. He sits, manspreading on the couch with a glass of Kentucky bourbon in a glass, sipping on it and watching some old movie that he put on play. Usually, he asks you if youโd like to watch with him, but this time he didnโt and that just makes your heart ache even more.ย
โSimonโฆโ you venture to ask, casting a glance at him. His hard gaze doesnโt move from the TV, โI-I want to apologizeโโ
โFor what?โ he asks, the first words heโs spoken to you in hours. Theyโre cold and make you wince.
โF-For what I saidโฆโ you mutter, tucking your legs underneath you as you turn to look at him, โIโฆI was mean. I know youโre doing all you can for me and it wasnโt fair of me to get angry at youโฆI was justโฆstartled, I guess.โ
โYou were naive,โ he snaps, finally looking at you with a harsh glare, โYou had no fuckinโ idea what those monsters were and you almost got yourself killed because of it.โ
โY-Youโre rightโฆโ you whisper, feeling the tears pricking your eyes for the millionth time that day, โIโm sorry, Simon.โ
He doesnโt respond, simply throwing back his glass of bourbon, downing it all before he stands up, โSleep on the couch.โ
The last thing you hear from him is his bedroom door slamming shut. You lay down that night, quietly crying into the pillow until you finally fell back asleep.
โWake up!โ a barking voice is what draws you out of your slumber.ย
Still shaken up from yesterdayโs previous events, you sit straight up, wild, fearful eyes looking around before your gaze falls upon Simon. He stands in front of the couch, dressed in full tactical gear. Even his balaclava is different, with a hard plate in the shape of a skull covering the front. He looks intimidating.
โWh-Whatโre you doing?โ you ask, turning yourself so your feet are on the floor.ย
โWeโre traininโ, get up,โ he commands and you have no choice but to follow.
You find yourself following him out of the apartment and into the dimly lit hallway. Itโs eerily quiet as always and you feel more intimidated than ever standing before him in nothing but some flimsy pajamas while he wears full gear. Even his gaze is different through that skull mask, hard and cold, looking down at you like youโre insignificant.ย
Itโs so different from before. He was so kind and patient with you before and you can tell that now heโs going to really train you.ย
โWhatโre we doing today..?โ you timidly ask, wringing your hands in front of yourself.
โEscaping,โ he responds.
โEscaping?โ you parrot back dumbly.ย
His glare narrows down at you, โYouโre going to try to get away from me and make it towards that exit.โ
He points to the other end of the hallway, to the stairwell. You glance up at him, where he stands between you and your exit.ย
โOkayโฆโ you lick your lips nervously, โDo you want me to just run past you?โ
โFor now,โ he drawls. He sounds almost bored, hands wrapped around the straps of his tactical vest.
You take a deep breath and attempt to bolt past him but his reflexes are frighteningly fast. His arm shoots out before you even realize it, catching you around your middle and halting you immediately.ย
The air is punched out of your lungs from the force of his arms and you stumble back with a groan.ย
โYouโre goinโ to have to do better than that,โ he says, looking down his nose at you like you had offended him with your poor attempt.ย
You brace yourself again and attempt to run past him. This time, you attempt to fake him out and run in the other direction but it ends the same with his arm grappling around your middle and you still not any closer to the exit.
โAgain!โ he barks and you canโt help but wonder if this was how he was when he was training recruits in the military.ย
You try again and again to run past him, duck under his arm, avoid his reach โ everything to no avail. After several attempts, youโre left panting and frustrated. Simon is still as cool as a cucumber, staring at you in pure boredom as he awaits your next move.ย
You run again, making rough contact with his arm once again. But this time you start fighting against his hold. You push with all your might, shoving at his arm and his side in an attempt to slip past him.ย
โThere you go,โ he says, though it sounds more condescending than proud, โFight me.โ
You slam your fist down over his arm, successfully knocking it out of the way and giving you a chance to bolt past him. You have a clear view of the stairwell door and you can almost taste the success.ย
But youโre stopped suddenly when a rough hand grabs the back of your shirt. You cry out in shock when he yanks you back towards him, carelessly tossing you to the floor. You hit the rough carpet harshly, the coarse material skinning your hands and knees and you cry out at the pain.
โSimon!โ you chastise him, glaring up at him when he comes to stand in front of you, โThat fucking hurt!โ
โOh, it hurt?โ he sneers, squatting beside you, behemoth form still dwarfing your own as he gets down on your level, โItโs not supposed to feel good. This is training. Youโre supposed to try and survive, not whine and cry because you fell on the floor.โ
You sit on your burning knees and glare at him. He glares back at you, neither of you backing down.ย
โGet up,โ he commands, standing up, โGo again.โ
By the time he allowed the training to be called off, your body was sore and bruised from the amount of times youโd been thrown to the floor. Your knees burn and ache from where the skin had been rubbed off and you fight back tears as you watch the dried blood crust on your skin.ย
Simon is no more rough for wear than he was before โ all your hitting, kicking, pushing, and biting hadnโt deterred him in the slightest. He wasnโt even winded.ย
Worse more, you hadnโt made it anywhere near the door.ย
You werenโt sure how Simon felt about it. If he was mad or disappointed, he didnโt say. As soon as you got into the apartment, he went about making dinner after ordering you to wash up.ย
When you got out of the shower, he tossed a first aid kit to you and silently sat down in the kitchen to eat.ย
Usually, you would sit with him but you found yourself deciding to eat on the couch by yourself. A sense of loneliness settled upon you that you hadnโt felt since before you had moved into this apartment with him and you find yourself hiding your tears in your food.ย
Once again, youโre sleeping on the couch. You wouldnโt have minded it if it didnโt feel so much like a punishment. You felt like a dog banished to sleep in the dog house and you canโt help but curl in on yourself at the cold, empty feeling that it causes.ย
The next morning follows much the same with Simon startling you awake with a barked order. Your body aches and your wounds sting with every movement you make as you drag yourself behind him to the hallway.
โDo we have to do this again today, Simon?โ you ask hopelessly, โIโm really tiredโฆโ
โDo you think those undead freaks are going to care if youโre tired?โ he snaps at you, arms crossed, making him appear even bigger than he already was, โYouโre goinโ to learn how to escape from holds.โ
โSimonโฆโ you start to complain but a sharp look from him has the words dying on your tongue and you hand your head in defeat.ย
Heโs no more gentle than he was yesterday with you, rough grips and manhandling you around to fit his needs. He barks in your ear, ordering what you need to do and when to break various holds that he has on your body.ย
He feels so much stronger and more powerful than those zombies had. At least they were mindless and slow. Simon was fast and smart.ย
โPut your hand under mine to break the hold!โ he shouts, clearly frustrated the more you fuck up breaking his holds.ย
โNot like that! Are you daft?โ he grits through clenched teeth, โYouโre goinโ to fuckin wind up dead if you keep this up!โ
You feel your heart rate speed up and you find yourself almost panicking under his completely oppressive energy. His shouting only sets you more on edge and the tears begin to prick at your eyes once again.ย
โNone of those fuckinโ tears,โ he snarls, tightening his hold on you when you squirm and attempt to rid his body weight off of yours, โDo what I told you! You can break the hold if you just fuckinโ focus!โ
โSimon, I-I donโt want to do this anymore!โ you cry, the tears tumbling down your cheeks as you cry out the words. Your cheeks feel hot and you can barely catch your breath as you weakly punch at his chest.
โThereโs no tappinโ out,โ he snaps, tightening his grip on you even more. Your body aches where he holds and you know youโre going to be feeling those bruises for days to come.ย
โSimon!โ you practically screech, freeing one hand and harshly slamming your fist down over the hard faceplate.ย
It seems to startle him enough into loosening his hold and you manage to kick back away from him in your panic, foot hitting him square in the chest in an effort to propel yourself away โ putting as much distance as fast as you can between the two of you.
โSimonโฆโ you whimper, voice wobbling, โI am not one of your soldiers. You need to stop trying to train me like I am!โ
You watch him adjust his jaw through his mask before he pops his neck. He doesnโt say anything, just stares at you and every hair on your body stands up in pure fear.ย
Heโs on top of you before you even have the chance to say another word. You cry out when the force of his body forces you back and your head cracks harshly against the floor. Your vision blacks out from the force and you groan in pain but he doesnโt stop, a rough forearm pinning against your throat, cutting off your air.
โThat was good,โ he says, voice cold and devoid of any emotion, โYou managed to escape, now do it again!โ
Your hands push weakly against him, but youโre worn out and your head is starting to hurt like hell. You open your mouth to say something but his hold on your throat ceases any words from escaping.ย
You reach up to his face and his cold gaze narrows at you, โYou already tried that. It wonโt work again.โ
But instead of hitting him, your fingers wrap around the face plate and you attempt to push it off โ hoping that itโll obscure his vision enough but he shakes you off with ease.ย
He catches your gaze and what he sees gives him pause. Wide, teary eyes, red rimmed and filled to the brim with fear. Tears wet your cheeks and he finally notices the way your entire body is tense and trembling beneath him.ย
โP-Please,โ you finally find your voice when his weight eases a bit off of your throat, โI-I donโt want to do this anymore, Simon, please.โ
That has his own eyes widening and you take his slackened hold as an opportunity to run away. He watches you scramble up from your spot on the floor and stumble back to the apartment, disappearing within with a slam that makes him flinch. He looks down at his own hands and finds that he canโt conjure up any thoughts that arenโt about you.
You hear him enter the apartment, his heavy footfalls pacing around the living room. Youโre hiding in the bathroom, leaning against the door with your knees against your chest to muffle your cries.ย
He enters the bedroom and pauses, no doubt looking for you before he approaches the bathroom and you feel a brief ping of fear that heโs going to open the door but instead he softly knocks.ย
โWill you come out so we can talk?โ he asks, voice holding none of the cold, harshness that it had for the last few days.ย
โG-Go away, Simon,โ you sniffle.
You can hear him sigh before he follows your request and steps away from the door. You can hear him linger in the bedroom for several more minutes, kicking his boots off before heโs quietly closing the bedroom door and leaving.ย
The silence and loneliness sinks in once more and you find yourself sobbing into your knees all over again. Your head kills and you feel almost nauseous through your cries from the headache but you canโt stop yourself.ย
You have no idea how long you cry for but before you know it, the bedroom door opens once again and you can hear the floorboards creak under his weight as he approaches the bathroom door once again.
โI made something for you to eat,โ he says through the door, โFigured you might be hungry.โ At the idea of food, your stomach growls, โItโll be waiting for you at the table when you want it.โ
You listen to him walk away and you know this is his way of luring you out of the bathroom. Part of you desperately wants to spite him for being so mean to you and refuse his food but the growling in your stomach is too much to bear and you canโt help but clamber to your feet and quietly pull the door open.ย
When you reach the living room, Simon is facing the TV, giving no indication that he realizes youโve come out of your hiding place. You sneak into the kitchen to see a bowl of soup sitting nicely at an empty spot. You take a seat and quickly devour the entire bowl, barely taking a break to breathe before itโs completely empty.ย
You place it in the sink and carefully sneak back out of the kitchen, intending to slide right past him but in your haste you fail to notice that heโs no longer sitting on the couch. Instead, you come face to face with him sitting at the foot of his bed, clearly waiting for you.ย
You freeze when you see him and all too soon that headache comes racing back to the forefront of your mind.ย
Simonโs no longer wearing the skull plate and instead wears his usual black balaclava with the skull print on it. He wears a t-shirt and sweatpants, obviously having let himself get comfortable while you hid in the bathroom earlier.ย
He looks up at you the second you step into the room and the two of you halt in a stalemate, simply staring at one another while you wait for the other to make the first move.ย
Youโre the first to break eye contact when a heavy throb goes through your head, making you close your eyes and bring your hand to your head until it passes. You hear the bed creak when Simon stands up before his hands are cupping your cheeks.
โYou hit your head, didnโt you?โ he asks, soft and gentle.ย
You canโt stop yourself from glaring and snapping, โNo thanks to you.โ
His gaze softens as his hand finds its way to the back of your head, ever so softly prodding at the sizable bump thatโs there, โIโm sorry, love.โ
โIf youโre sorry then why did you do it?โ you find those damned tears returning all over again as you continue to glare up at him, โI told you I didnโt like it and I wanted to stop.โ
โI knowโฆโ he whispers, hands once again cupping your cheeks, thumbing your tears away.
โWhat was your problem, Simon?โ you tearfully ask, sniffling pathetically, โYou hurt me. You were scary โ scarier than those stupid zombies downstairs. Why did you do that?โ
โI gotโฆI wasโฆโ he struggled to find the right words before he stepped away from you with a troubled expression, โI was angryโ scared. I justโI donโt know.โ
โYou were scared?โ you scoff, โIโm the one who got attacked.โ
โYou think that wasnโt scary for me?โ he asks in disbelief, โYou almost got eaten alive on my watch.โ
โYou sure have a funny way of showing it,โ you sniffle, angrily storming over to the bed, letting yourself flop down on the comfortable mattress for the first time in days.
โI know,โ he whispers, โJust let me explain, okay?โ
You lay there silently, listening to his weight shift where he stands. You take notice of how his scent lingers much more on the blankets now that heโs slept on it. It smells good, you note, musky and delicate. He doesnโt wear anything that smells particularly overpowering.ย
โIโm sorry,โ he says again, โEver since this shit happened, Iโve been driving myself crazy. I lost contact with my team, my friends. Iโm not able to get anymore information on what's goinโ on outside. Iโm worried about you, Iโm trying my hardest to make sure you can go out there and survive on your own if you need to. I feel like Iโm going crazy and Iโm scared because Iโve never felt this out of control before.โ
You sit up and turn to face him, โHow long have you been feeling like this, Simon..?โ
โA while,โ he mutters, turning his back on you when your gaze starts to feel like too much, โAnd then you called me a monster and I justโฆโ he trails off, seemingly unsure of how to explain his feelings properly.
โIโm sorry for that, Simon,โ you mutter sincerely, reaching out to grab his arm, urging him to turn around, โI never should have said that. And I didnโt mean it, really.โ
โWell, you were right, werenโt you?โ he scoffs, โI am a monster. Fuck, look at what I did to you โ how I treated you. I was punishing you and I never should have.โ
โWe both made mistakes,โ you compromise with a wobbly smile, โWeโre dealing with a lot, right? The fucking world is ending and weโve been trapped in this godforsaken building for who knows how long. Itโll get easier.โ
He stares at you for a long moment, lashes fluttering as his gaze softens. You canโt find it in yourself to break eye contact. After a long moment, he seems to decide on something before reaching up and yanking the mask covering his face off.ย
You feel your breath halt in your chest as your eyes widen, taking in every inch of his newly revealed face. His soft, brown eyes are a juxtaposition to the rest of his ruggedly handsome face. You stand up, never letting your eyes stray from him, a feeling of pure awe coming over you.
โYouโre so handsome, Si,โ you whisper, reaching forward to brush your fingers over a scar that cuts through his eyebrow to his eyelid, โItโs nice to finally see you.โ
โI wanted you to see the real me,โ he whispers, โNot the asshole soldier I was.โ
โIโm glad youโve trusted me with this,โ you let your fingers wander along his skin, feeling the stubble on his jaw that he hadnโt yet shaved.ย
โI need to tell you,โ he sounds breathy, reaching up and catching your hand in his, pressing your palm flat against his cheek, โI was so scared when I heard you callinโ for me. I thought I was goinโ to be too late and Iโd watch you die. I was terrified that I would lose you.โ
โSimonโฆโ you whisper in awe, watching how his soft, brown eyes display every tumultuous emotion that he experiences, โIโm sorry. I wonโt do anything to worry you again.โ
โI want you by my side for as long as youโre able,โ he whispers, throat moving as he swallows.
โI wonโt go anywhere,โ you agree, stepping closer to him, โI promise.โ
He leans in at the same time as you, meeting you for a sweet, tender kiss. It lasts only a second before youโre both pulling back to look in each other's eyes. Then, youโre both surging forward for a hungry, heated kiss.ย
His hands grip your waist, squeezing there as he deepens the kiss. You whimper under his touch, standing on your tip-toes to match the intensity of his kiss.ย
He moves you backwards, your knees hitting the edge of the bed, causing you to topple down. Simon follows, catching himself on his hands on either side of your head. He only breaks the kiss for a moment to move you further up the bed, easily manhandling you so your head is in the pillows before heโs kissing you all over again.
His hands are rough as they travel over your body, slipping your shirt up just enough to let him touch your bare sides. You quickly realize youโre still wearing your sleep clothes and that you donโt have a bra on.ย
Clearly, Simon was aware because his hand quickly cups your bare breast with a rough, callused hand. His thumb finds your nipple, flicking over the bud as you whine into his mouth.ย
He pulls back suddenly, cheeks flushed before heโs fumbling with the hem of your shirt.
โArms up, sweetheart,โ he coos, sickly sweet.ย
You follow his orders and eagerly lift your arms up for him to tug the fabric of your shirt over your head. Once your breasts are bared to him, heโs leaning down to wrap his lips around one perked nipple while his fingers busy themselves with the other.
You cry out at the feeling of his teeth nipping at the sensitive bud, hands tangling in his soft, curly hair. He groans against your breast at the feeling of your pulling at his hair before he pulls back just a bit, breathlessly whispering, โSuch perfect tits.โ
โSimonโฆโ you whimper, letting yourself relax into the bed as he switches to mouth at your other nipple, leaving the other to harden in the cool air before his hand travels down your stomach to your shorts, easily slipping underneath the fabric.
โSimon!โ you call out again when you feel the heat of his hand cup your folds through your panties.ย
โShh, just let me do the work, love,โ he mumbled, muffled by the fact he refuses to part from suckling on your nipple.ย
His tongue drags over your breast, nipping and sucking marks into your skin. As he works the muscle, his hand in your panties remains stationary, just letting you feel the heat of it against your core. The teasing presence only makes you pulse and drool into your panties. Youโre positive the fabric must be sticking to you by now from how wet youโve become from playing with your breasts.ย
โYour tits are so sensitive,โ he mumbles, almost to himself, โDoes it feel good, darlinโ?โ
โYeah,โ you breathe, arching your back to offer up your chest to him all over again.
He grins, a crooked little smile that makes your heart flutter. It was so nice to finally see him smile.ย
But instead of mouthing at your breasts again, he leans back on his heels and pulls his hand from your panties. You whine at the loss but itโs cut short when he hooks his fingers into them and tugs them down your legs. You lift your hips to assist him but find yourself wincing when an ache goes through your body.
He notices and gently runs the palm of his hands up your thighs, urging you to relax.
โYou sore, love?โ he asks, voice filled with what you can only call guilt.
โA littleโฆโ you admit, biting your lip, โMy thighs are killing me, actually.โ
He shakes his head at himself and leans down, pressing a kiss next to the scrape on one of your knees as his hands slowly begin to knead the sore muscles in your thighs. You sigh and let your eyes flutter at the feeling.ย
With your eyes closed, you donโt realize he leans down until you feel a hot, wet tongue slide from your pubic bone to your sternum. Your cunt clenches pathetically at the feeling. When you open your eyes, Simonโs pretty, brown eyes are half-lidded and his tongue hangs out of his mouth. You canโt resist cupping the back of his head and pulling him for a kiss, whimpering and moaning against his mouth.
โFingers or tongue?โ he asks, muffled and messy against your lips.ย
โWhat?โ your hazy mind canโt quite comprehend what heโs asking of you.
โDo you want my fingers or my tongue?โ he reiterates, โI want to make you cum.โ
You whimper at that, โB-Both!โ
He scoffs, full brows furrowing, โGreedy.โ
You find yourself blushing at that but he doesnโt deny your request. He sinks down your body, peppering kisses down your body on the way until he kneels on the floor at the foot of the bed.ย
He grabs your hips and effortlessly yanks you down so your legs hang off the edge of the bed.ย
He spreads your thighs apart and you find yourself holding your breath, watching through your lashes as he trails kisses up your thigh, getting closer to where you want him the most. Youโre trembling under his attention and it makes you clench pathetically around absolutely nothing. Youโre sure he can see the way your cunt drools and leaks with every small kiss he peppers against your skin.ย
Just when he gets close, he pulls back and kisses back down towards your knee. The teasing has you wound taut, feeling as if youโre almost on the edge without him ever properly touching you.
It feels like hours that he does it, kissing up and down your thighs. Occasionally, he nips at the skin there, swirling his tongue over the burning marks he leaves behind to soothe the sting. Finally, he moves his hand and you think heโs going to finally give you something but all he does is spread your folds apart with two fingers, exposing your hole and clit to the cool bedroom air. The action makes you whine but he pays you no mind.ย
He carries on kissing your thighs and nipping at your skin. No matter how much you rut your hips, hoping to entice him into touching you and giving you what you really need, he ignores it. He ignores your whines and the cries of his name, ignores the way your cunt clenches and drools around nothing, clit twitching from how much teasing youโre enduring.ย
The little bud aches, throbbing as it begs for anything โ any little touch that he has to offer. He could blow air upon the nub right now and youโre sure you would explode in pure pleasure.ย
When you sob his name, broken and needier than youโve ever heard yourself, he finally looks up. His eyelids are heavy, concealing half of his iris and it makes him look positively fucked out.ย
โLook at me,โ he commands, licking his lips slowly, โRight in the eyes, let me see you properly.โ
You force yourself to meet his penetrating gaze, almost struggling to compose yourself. You find yourself trapped in the eye contact, almost paralyzed under his intoxicating gaze. He holds you there for what feels like minutes but in reality is probably just a few seconds.ย
His fingers finally hone in on your clit, pressing against the twitching, hardened bud. You cum immediately, still locked in that intoxicating eye contact. You cry out, hands slapping against the bed as he draws the orgasm out of you with slow circles on the little bud, sticky clicking sounds filling the room and mixing with your wild cries of pleasure. It seems like the high never stops, more and more cum gushing from your cunt and dripping down to stain the comforter beneath you.ย
Simon watches you with keen attention, taking in every expression you make as he makes you cum against his fingers, the bud throbbing wildly until the orgasm finally dissipates.ย
When you finally sag against the bed, your thighs fall completely open as the post-orgasm exhaustion quickly hits. Youโre left trembling and twitching through the aftershocks, pretty pussy still drooling with every clench of your walls.
Simon takes the opportunity of you coming down to strip himself. He tugs his shirt off over his head and lets his sweatpants drop the floor, carelessly kicking them away. His gaze never leaves you, never leaves that twitching little cunt between your legs.
Thereโs a slick film of your cum coating your folds and his mouth fucking waters.ย
Your eyes fly open, not even realizing that you had closed them, when he suddenly cups the back of your thighs and pins you wide open for him.
โSimonโฆโ you pathetically coo, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair when he comes within reach.
โSo sweet for me,โ he coos, kissing your thigh once again and youโre scared that heโs going to tease you all over again, โA good orgasm got you nice and sweet, huh?โ
โMhm,โ you mutter, dazedly looking at him as you feel his breath on your sensitive cunt.ย
That alone makes you clench around nothing. You nearly whimper out loud when you see his tongue fall from his mouth, glistening with spit before he licks a slow, wide stripe between your folds.ย
When he comes back up, he holds his tongue out and lets you see the creamy mess of your cum left behind. He makes a show of swallowing every drop in his mouth, making your cheeks flush in pure embarrassment at such a lewd display.ย
You had no idea Simon would be so fucking filthy in bed but the way his eyes roll back at your taste tells you all that you need to know.ย
He loudly slurps your clit between his lips, swirling his tongue around the sloppy bud as he whines and groans into your cunt. You tug harshly at his hair at the overwhelming feeling of having your clit doted on so expertly.ย
His hands keep you pinned open, allowing him to slip his tongue inside you, occasionally taking a moment to visibly swallow every drop of your slick so you can see the way he absolutely savors your taste.
He swirls that offending tongue around your clit again, slurping it back into his mouth before two fingers are prodding at your entrance. You clench against him, the excitement of finally being filled with something making you whimper. Just the sound of you so eager makes him almost want to cum completely untouched.ย
Your cum generously coats his face and he absolutely loves it. He pulls away suddenly, dark eyes locking onto your face as he pants from how lost he was in eating you out. He slowly presses two fingers inside you, letting them slide in, hugged by the plushness of your walls.
โYouโre so fuckinโ wet, love,โ he coos, moaning sympathetically when you cry out from the feeling of being stretched on his fingers, โAnd so warm too, fuck.โ
He decides, in that moment, that he doesnโt care if the world is ending outside, he feels nothing but bliss with you. He never wants this to end, he wants to get completely lost in the pure intoxication of you.ย
He leans down, flattening his tongue against your clit once again. The feeling is heightened now that heโs got his thick fingers stuffed inside you. You clench around him at the feeling of his tongue on the sensitive bud once more.ย
He suddenly crooks his fingers and your legs helplessly kick in the air at the overwhelming feeling of him pressing and prodding against that gooey little spot inside you. Your hips rabbit up and you practically wail at the overwhelming sensations heโs attacking you with. You squeal his name so sweetly before he finally backs off a bit, letting you sink back into the soft cushions of the bed.
Heโs completely drunk off of you, off the creamy cum you gush out for him to lick up, off the lovely sounds you let out from how good he makes you feel. His cock is so painfully hard and he wants so badly to wrap his hand around himself but he knows heโll blow his load the second he does, so he refrains.ย
To distract himself from the ache in his cock, he doubles his focus on you and making you feel good. His fingers crook upwards again, prodding your g-spot again with renewed vigor. You cry out, your eyes rolling to the back of your head when he sucks your clit into his mouth, the suction making your thighs tremble.ย
โI-I wanna cum!โ you cry out, fingers still tugging harshly at his hair.ย
He groans against you but doesnโt dare to part from you, too focused on bringing you to your high to actually goad you into it. His fingers move inside you, fucking you nice and deep, making sure heโs working that sweet little spot inside you as he continues to suck on your clit.ย
It doesnโt take long before your entire body stiffens and you toss your head back. The choked out cry is music to his ears and his own eyes roll back when he feels the way your walls tighten around him, soaking his fingers generously. Your clit throbs in his mouth before he releases his suction on it, instead choosing to lick the pulsing little bud with the flat of his tongue to gently ease you through the high.ย
Youโre pushing his head away long before heโs ready to part but he willingly backs off nonetheless. His chin is wet with your cum, even dripping down his neck and the sight makes you flush. Thereโs a loud, squishy noise when he slowly pulls his fingers from the hot clutch of your cunt.ย
โScoot back for me, darlinโ,โ he commands you, slurring a little before he pops his fingers into his mouth, sucking them clean of the mess you left behind.ย
You do as he says, shakily pushing yourself back so you can lay your head in the pillows. With Simon standing at the foot of the bed, you finally get the chance to take a look at him.ย
Heโs obviously incredibly well built, broad and firm in all the right places. Most notably, he has numerous scars, some that looked like bullet wounds and others that were long and thin.ย
โAre all those from the military?โ you find yourself asking as he carefully crawls onto the bed, jostling you as the mattress moves under his weight.
โYeah,โ he breathes, leaning down to press his lips against yours.
You let him handle your body as he pleases, spreading your legs so he can comfortably situate himself between them. His cock, hard and heavy, rests against your folds and you find your eyes going wide at the sight of it.
โSomethinโ the matter?โ he chuckles, like he can hear what youโre thinking.ย
โThatโs not going to fit,โ you breathe, unable to tear your gaze off the twitching, fat length of him.
โโCourse it will, love,โ he breathes, pecking your lips again, letting his lips trail down over your jaw, โI worked you open real good, all you gotta do is relax and let me in.โ
With a minute adjustment of his hips, the tip prods your entrance. He grips the base of his length, carefully pushing forward, mouth dropping open as he feels your hot, wet walls spread around the head of him.
โThatโs it, sweetheart,โ he grunts, โJusโ let me do the work.โ
Your hands fly down to grip his forearms, nails biting harder into the skin there the deeper he sinks into you. The middle of his cock is the fattest, giving you an almost painful stretch that makes your face pinch up in a way that Simon doesnโt like.
He brings one hand to his mouth, licking his thumb before carefully pressing the digit against that sensitive bud. You whimper at the feeling, cunt clutching tight around him, easing more of his length inside. He circles your clit a few more times, watching your face for any clear signs of discomfort. Before long, his hips meet yours, filling you absolutely full to the brim in a way no one ever had before.ย
He plants both hands on either side of your head, abandoning your clit in favor of simply rutting his hips against yours. His large body hovers over you, shielding you from anything outside of him and you find yourself completely lost in everything that is him โ how full he makes you feel, how nice he smells, how safe you feel trapped beneath him like you are.ย
Your hands wind around his neck, pulling him down so his chest presses against yours. Your breasts squish against his chest and he finds his eyes flickering down just to look at them. The sight makes you smile despite yourself โ itโs cute, you think.
Tangling your fingers in his soft curls once again, you bring him down for a kiss. Heโs still slowly, carefully rutting his hips against yours, his lower abdomen sliding against your clit as his cock stirs inside you, stretching you and hitting every sweet little spot inside you.ย
You whimper into his mouth, gasping at the way he makes you feel so full and good while he barely does anything. Your knees bracket against his ribs, squeezing him so tightly you wonder if it hurts but he just continues to kiss you and circle his hips.ย
โWanna feel you cum around me,โ he whispers, barely parting from your lips to request it, โJust like this, cover my cock. Be good for me.โ
You knew you wouldnโt be able to disobey even if you wanted to. With the way he stirs you up and drags against every tender spot inside you all while grinding against your clit the way he is, you donโt stand a chance. Your third orgasm creeps up on you and your back arches just as it washes over you.
Simon groans at the feeling of you cumming around him for the first time โ the tight, wet clutch of your cunt feeling better than he ever could have dreamed. As he watches you writhe in his bed, moaning and whimpering his name, heโs overcome with a plethora of feelings that just melt his heart.ย
He canโt resist pulling you in for another kiss, cupping your jaw as he pulls his hips back until just the head of his cock remains buried in your cunt. Youโre still working on coming down from the orgasm he just gave you but heโs greedy โ he wants to feel it again. He wants to fuck the orgasm out of you, make you ride it out and gush all over him.
He needs to show you how good he can be for you, hoping that this alone can get across just how much you mean to him. Heโs never been the best with words, so he can only hope that this is enough for now.
Your hands press against his chest, aimlessly pushing at him from the overwhelming way he fucks you. Youโre so sensitive, pushed into cumming more times than anyone had ever made you before. But he doesnโt show any signs of slowing or stopping. Heโs a machine, built for stamina and heโs on a fucking mission now โ to make you feel as good as he possibly can.ย
Youโre attempting to push him away, to give your poor, overstimulated body a chance to come down. But heโs having none of it.ย
โHands off, love,โ he commands breathlessly. But you just stare up at him with dazed, teary eyes, panting and sweaty. He clicks his tongue, โYou ignorinโ me, sweetheart?โ
He grapples your wrists in his one hand, pulling yours away from his chest and pinning them above your head. He uses this new hold as leverage to really fuck you, pulling back and sinking back in as deep as he possibly can. His tip kisses your cervix, making your thighs tense up at the twinge of pain that comes with having him so deep.ย
But the pain mixes so addictively with the pleasure that you find yourself getting completely lost in the slow, deep rhythm that he sets. Every time he sinks balls deep, his hips slap against yours and he rubs up deliciously against your clit. The pleasure on your bud doesnโt last long before heโs pulling back again, never allowing you to fully build up to another delicious high.ย
Simon is lost in the way you whimper and whine. He can swear that heโs never heard anything as incredible as you being denied the pleasure he had been so generous with so far. He likes the desperate look in your eyes; it makes him feel amazing to know that you need him to make you feel good. Heโs in charge of your pleasure in that moment and he finds himself relishing in that feeling of control over you.ย
You look so sweet beneath him, pinned and helpless with teary eyes looking up at him. Your pupils are blown wide from the pleasure his cock brings you as he continues to fuck you nice and deep.ย
Usually, Simon is a fast and rough kind of guy, but he finds himself thinking that he could definitely get used to a pace like this more often. As long as itโs you thatโs underneath him.ย
It doesnโt take you very long to break, those pretty tears falling down your cheeks as you breathlessly plead with him, โPlease, Simon,โ your voice cracks so cutely, โI want more!โ
He chuckles under his breath and leans down, pressing a tender kiss against your temple before whispering, โWhatโs stoppinโ you from takinโ more?โ
That seems to set you off. Youโre bracing your feet on the bed, rutting your hips, rocking yourself against his cock. A moan rips from his chest at the sight of you using his cock like that. His heavy balls press against you and the feeling makes his cock throb, making him realize how badly he needs to cum. But he doesnโt want to give up this little show youโre putting on for him so soon.ย
Youโre so, so wet that he can feel how your messy little cunt squishes around him. You shamelessly soak every inch of him the more you work your own pussy on his fat cock. You tug your hands free from his grip and heโs left clenching the pillows in his fist when he watches your fingers descend.
He thinks youโre going to go for your clit, to push yourself over the edge like you so deserved for being so good for him. But instead, you reach for your own tits. The breath punches out of his lungs as the sight of you meanly pinching and tweaking your nipples as you continue to rock yourself against him.
Simon feels his balls tighten at the sight and he almost thinks heโs going to cum but he suddenly pulls his cock out. You wail in complete misery at the loss, tearfully watching him wrap his hand around the base of his cock, pinching off the impending orgasm.
You flop back down onto the bed, sniffling pathetically as you glare at him for ruining the orgasm you were so beautifully working yourself up to. He smiles crookedly at you, cupping the backs of your knees, crudely pinning them to your chest so your pretty, wet cunt is open and vulnerable to the way he suddenly stuffs himself back inside.ย
With you completely pinned beneath him in a press, you canโt do anything except cry out and wail in pleasure as he finally fucks you fast and hard. His balls slap lewdly against your ass, your arousal dripping off of them.ย
His eyes are locked on the way youโre stretched so wide around the girth of him. Youโre creaming around him, a milky ring left in your wake every time he pulls out. He doesnโt give you much chance to breathe or collect yours, simply fucking you with everything he has. Itโs loud, wet, and fucking messy.ย
โF-Fuck,โ he chokes on the word, voice breaking as it comes out. Heโs so close that it hurts, โPlay with yourself for me, love, rub your clit.โ
Your hand flies down to do as youโre told without a second thought. It only takes a few, quick circles around the hard little bud before youโre cumming with a cute little squeal. Your feet kick helplessly in the air, toes curling from how hard you cum around him.ย
Simon groans at the sight and feeling of you losing yourself on his cock. You continue to swirl and tap at your clit, forcing yourself to cum harder and harder until youโre squirting around him with a choked off sob of his name.ย
Simonโs hips never still or falter, fucking you fast and deep to work you through the orgasm. Your cum splatters across his hips, thighs, and chest. It makes his eyes roll up into his head before he lets his head fall back. His jaw opens and he moans, loud and deep as his own orgasm finally washes over him.ย
His pace falters as you lay there twitching and crying, a few trembling thrusts of his hips as his cock spits rope after rope of cum inside you. He cums longer and harder than he has in a very long time. He continues with short, aborted little thrusts on his sensitive cock as he continues to cum.
Even when the orgasm dissipates, he finds himself fucking into the creamy mess drooling out of your twitching cunt.ย
โS-Simon-!โ you choke out, nails clawing down his shoulders, โS-Sensitive!โ
โI know, love,โ he pants, almost deliriously, โJ-Just one more. G-Gotta fill you up again.โ
You canโt do anything but lay back and let him use your cunt as he works to force another orgasm out of his overstimulated cock. Heโs gasping and whining as he moves his hips, pulling his cock out only to stuff it back inside. A mixture of your cum and his drips down, soaking his cock, pelvis, and balls. Itโs a heady, lewd mess that he canโt bring himself to worry about now but he knows itโll be a pain to clean up later.ย
Youโre trembling and twitching with every one of his movements, tears dried and new on your cheeks. He feels a pang of remorse for you, youโre tired and overstimulated but he just needs to wring this one last orgasm out and then heโll let you rest.
โYou can be good for me, huh?โ he coos sweetly, โJust be sweet and let me, fuck, use this pretty little cunt, yeah?โ
โY-Yeah,โ you whimper, nodding your head as your eyelids flutter in exhaustion.
Simon leans down, pressing his lips against yours. You both get lost in the kiss, with your arms wrapped around his neck. He loves how it feels to have you stuffed on his cock while your pretty, sweet body twitches and trembles beneath him. He knows it probably hurts by now and the fact youโre just laying there and letting him use you like this has him reaching his second high.ย
He chokes on a moan, gasping as he cums for the final time. Itโs much more lackluster than his first one but he still fills you up just like you both needed. His cock twitches almost painfully inside you as he slowly rocks his hips, wincing at the overstimulation.ย
After a few, still moments, he pulls his length free from the soft plushness of your cunt and rolls off of you. Youโre both panting, laying on your backs on the bed as you come back to yourselves.
Youโre the first one to move, rolling onto your side and wrapping yourself around him. Simon finds himself smiling when he feels the sweet way you snuggle against him, seeking his comfort automatically.ย
You start shivering, the mess of cum and sweat on your body causing you to become cold. He urges you to sit up despite your protests.ย
โLetโs take a shower and sleep,โ he offers sweetly, supporting your shaky body to the bathroom.
He continues to support you and hold you close through the shower. He finds himself grateful that thereโs still hot water because you both certainly need it after such a messy tryst in his bed.ย
Youโre the first to fall asleep, tucked against his chest with your arms wrapped around him like a little koala. His hand strokes up and down your back, just staring into the inky blackness of his bedroom.ย
Part of him feels like itโs all a dream, to have someone so sweet tucked against him, offering him comfort and feeling safe as they snooze peacefully. A sense of fierce protectiveness washes over him as he finds himself going through plans in his head โ what the future may hold.
Heโs torn from his thoughts when you shoot up from your deep sleep with a gasp. Your head wildly turns, looking around the room. His hand finds purchase on your back, making you jump before relaxing immediately in recognition.
โBad dream?โ he asks, tugging you gently to lay you back down against his chest.
โYeah,โ you whisper, โI dreamt that I was trapped with them in that hallway again.โ
He hums, pressing a kiss to the top of your head, wrapping his arms tightly around you to make sure you feel secure. You go still for a long time and he thinks you fell asleep again but then you ask him a question that surprises him.
โWho are those people in the photos?โ you quietly question, โIn your living room.โ
He hums, rubbing a rough hand up and down your shoulder and arm, โMy teammates. Friends, I guess.โ
โYou guess?โ you chuckle.
โYeah,โ he breathes, โTask Force 141; Captain John Price, and Seargets John โSoapโ MacTavish and Kyle โGazโ Garrick.โ
โSoap is a silly name,โ you comment, grinning up at him, resting your chin against his chest, โWhat about you?โ
โLieutenant Simon โGhostโ Riley,โ he responds with ease.ย
โDo you know where they are?โ you ask.
Itโs an innocent question but it sends a pang of hurt to his chest. If he were a weaker, less trained man, he may have felt tears pricking his eyes, โI donโt know,โ he pauses for a moment before continuing, โI was in contact with Soap when everything started goinโ to shit. Lost contact with him though. Heโs a tough bastard though, Iโm sure heโs fine somewhere out there. I donโt know where the other two were or are.โ
โIf theyโre even half as good as you, Iโm sure theyโre all fine,โ you offer optimistically.ย
Simon hums again, reaching a hand up to brush a stray flyaway off of your forehead. His big hand cups your cheek, stroking his thumb over your lips which you offer a gentle kiss against.ย
โAll Iโm worried about now is you,โ he confesses softly, โAs long as youโre safe, Iโll be happy. Iโll do anything to make sure youโre okay.โ
โI am,โ you smile, laying back down to nuzzle against his chest, โIโm okay as long as youโre here.โ
He wraps his arms around you again and closes his eyes, letting himself sleep peacefully with you held safe against him.
Itโs not even a week later that youโre sitting on the couch with him, peacefully watching a movie with a full belly after cooking a quick dinner with him, that you hear a loud, mechanical thump and youโre plunged into complete silence and darkness. Your heart jumps and races in your chest, mindlessly grappling onto Simonโs arm as he sits still beside you.
โWhat happened?โ you ask, whispering as if youโre scared to speak any louder.
โPower went out,โ he responds, not sounding the least bit perturbed, โKnew it was cominโ. Waterโs probably out now too.โ
โWhat do we do?โ you ask, the tremor of fear in your voice practically breaking his heart.ย
He stands up and you whimper in fear when heโs out of your reach. You can hear him moving around in the dark before a bright, blinding light lands on you.ย
โWe canโt stay here for much longer,โ he responds, โWeโll have to move out and find somewhere with more resources.โ
โHow long have you been planning this?โ you ask, getting to your feet to follow him down the hall to the bedroom.
โEver since the news stopped reportinโ,โ he responds, grabbing a large backpack from the closet, โLetโs pack up.โ
You linger beside him and he looks at you with a raised brow, โIโm scared, Simon.โ
His gaze softens and he walks up to you, cupping your cheeks tenderly, โI wonโt let anything happen to you,โ he promises, โWeโre goinโ to go out, find a small place to hunker down. Weโll look for a generator or a vehicle and get somewhere safe. You trust me, donโt you?โ
You nod your head, โOf course I do.โ
โGood,โ he smiles, kissing your forehead, โNow take this backpack and fill it with whatโs left of our canned food, alright? Iโm goinโ to pack everything else we need, donโt worry about a thing.โ
He offers you a flashlight, which you gratefully take and click on. Youโre glad that he gives you an easy task to focus on. You take the smaller backpack he offers you and make your way to the kitchen. You only have about 5 cans of food left and you carefully place them inside the bag before opening the refrigerator to pack a few full bottles of water that you have stored in there. You make sure to toss in a can opener just in case before you place the backpack on the couch.ย
Simon emerges from the room with the large, military backpack slung over his shoulder.ย
โYou get it all?โ he asks, taking a seat to shove his boots onto his feet.
โYeah and a couple water bottles,โ you respond, approaching him slowly.
โThatโs perfect,โ he praises, looking over at you, โYou should go get dressed. Jeans and a hoodie. Put your sneakers on and make sure theyโre tight, got it?โ
You nervously do as youโre told, disappearing into the bedroom to quickly dress yourself under the flashlight. You can hear Simon moving around in the living room, heavy boots thumping against the floor with every step he takes.ย
You toss the hoodie over your head and make your way back to Simon, who stands in the living room, looking out the window. The sun is just beginning to come up over the horizon, casting a dim amount of sunlight to come through.ย
He turns to look at you when he hears you approach.ย
โThere you go,โ he hums, pulling the hoodie up over your head and tightening the strings, โKeep your neck covered. Weโll find you some better clothing somewhere along the way.โ
You nod your head and take a glance over his shoulder out the window. You can barely see the ground from your position but you can see people shuffling around on the streets below. A pang of fear goes through you as you realize that theyโre most definitely not normal people โ the streets are crawling with those undead freaks.ย
Simon leads you to the door and unsheaths a weapon for you โ a machete he had taught you to wield with relative ease. You grip it in your hands, nervously twirling it around until you find a comfortable position. Simon nods his head and pulls out a combat knife, holding it low at his side before opening the door.ย
The descent to the lobby is relatively easy, you walk over the undead that have already been taken care of in the stairwell.
โI took care of these already,โ he explains without you even having to ask, helping you jump over a pile of 3 zombies at the foot of the stairs.ย
โYou got more kills under your belt than me,โ you comment, mostly in jest to lighten your mood.
Simon huffs under his breath, slowly pushing open the door to the lobby, โYou have no idea.โ
You squint and turn off your flashlight when you step into the well lit lobby. The sun is now above the horizon, allowing you to see with ease once again.ย
Simon remains in front of you, making your way to the double front doors. You peek around him, heart racing in your chest as your grip on your weapon tightens.
โAre you ready?โ he asks, casting a glance over his shoulder.
โNoโฆโ you confess, shuffling closer to him.
โEverything will be okay,โ he promises firmly and you actually believe him.ย
When he pushes open the door, the groans of the undead fill your ears and you find your eyes darting frantically around the streets that you can now see with terrifying clarity.ย
Hundreds of undead swarm the streets, stumbling and groaning as they shuffle around aimlessly in search of food. Simon reaches down and takes your hand, giving it a reassuring squeeze. You know itโs going to be the fight of your life but with Simon by your side, you have faith that youโre going to make it through and find somewhere safe together.
ย property of rowarn; do not modify, repost, or translate.
Reader and ghost fake dating for a mission with a twist.Itโs a masquerade ball so Ghost wears a fancy little mask instead of his usual skull. Reader gets worked up seeing him in a tux with his hair and part of his face out so they ditch their mics and abandon the mission to go fuck in a bathroom. Just a thoughtโฆ ๐คญ๐คญ
โข summary - you and ghost getting all dressed up for a ball ends in you and ghost fucking in the bathroom lol.
โข rating - 18+
โข wordcount - 3.6k
โข warnings - fem!reader, unprotected piv, semi-public sex, handjobs idk, ghost is a little possessive of his sergeant, strong language
ok you requested this while my requests were closed and usually i just delete them BUT you're lucky i'm horny for this idea
i'm imagining him in a peaky blinders style three-piece suit and i'm going insane why do i do this to myself
You weren't a stranger to the "fake dating" type of mission. You had done it with Gaz just a few months prior to infiltrate enemy operations at a charity event in Dubai.
So, when that exact type of mission came around again, you were prepared for what it would take.
"Playing boyfriend-girlfriend again, Garrick?" You quipped at Gaz a few minutes before Price's usual briefing.
He smiled, but shook his head. "Not me, sarge."
You made a face of confusion, before Gaz threw his thumb over his shoulder, pointing directly at Ghost. Ghost raised his head from the files he had been reading.
"Seriously?" You gaped, surprised.
Ghost shook his head slowly, muttering out a sarcastic comment, "Dial down the excitement, sergeant."
Now, you stood in the bathroom of your hotel room, smoothing your hands down the fabric of your dress, admiring yourself. It was an absolutely stunning dress that clung to you in all the right ways. Designer label, too, leaving you wondering how the hell Price got his hands on it. Probably Laswell.
There was a light knock on your door before it opened, and you walked into the bedroom so you could slip your heels on. Soap and Price entered, dressed impeccably in suits. You stood at the foot of the bed as they walked in, and you admired them with a big smile.
You laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed so you could fasten your heels to your feet, as well as strap your handgun to the strap around your upper thigh.
Soap gaped at you, eyes raking down the entirety of your body while you exposed a leg, tightening the holster around it.
"You're smokin', lass," he said, shock edging his words. "Ghost won't be able to focus."
You rolled your eyes, sliding your gun into place before standing up, settling your dress over top of it, trying your best to make the imprint not obvious.
The three of you left the hotel ten minutes later. A black SUV with tinted windows waited outside, and Soap opened the door for you. Price grabbed hold of your arm before you slid inside, leaning close to your ear.
"Remember, you and Ghost are there to get intel. You don't engage with any of the targets, understood? Soap and I will be nearby if you run into any trouble."
"Understood." You nodded, before clambering into the black SUV. Soap mouthed good luck to you before he turned away, just as Ghost walked slowly down the steps, Gaz a few metres behind.
Your eyes widened. He looked fucking good.
A black three piece suit, complete with the waistcoat and everything. He wasn't wearing gloves, exposing large, strong hands with prominent veins and silver rings around his fingers. What shocked you the most, however, was the silver mask covering most of the top half of his face. It shined in the light of the hotel entrance. As he neared the car, you could see his lips, his jawline, his chin, scars littering the flesh.
You pressed your thighs together.
Price said something to Ghost, and then Soap did as well. Finally, Ghost looked into the car where you waited patiently, and you watched as his lips parted in what could be best described as a small gasp.
"Sergeant..." He trailed off, taking in your dress, your face, your body, you.
"Lieutenant," you nodded at him. "You look nice. Very dapper."
He grunted deeply, sliding into the seat next to you. His body radiated heat that you could feel. He smelt good, too. You bit your lip as his strong thigh pressed against yours.
With a final few good lucks from the boys, the car was pulling away from the hotel and heading for the venue. You and Ghost didn't exchange much conversation, but as you looked out the window, you felt the heat of his gaze on you. You turned your head, catching his bright eyes following the curves of your dress.
You ignored the flip in your stomach at the weight of desire in his eyes. "Like what you see?" You joked, and his eyes snapped up to look at you.
He cleared his throat, looking anywhere but you, before he fished something out of his jacket pocket. He held it out to you, still not quite meeting your eyes. It was a silver mask, much like his, but a bit smaller, with finer details carved around the edges. It was really pretty.
"It's a masquerade ball, so I figured you'd need this." Ghost grumbled, retracting his hands straight away as you took the mask from him.
"Matching?" You smiled.
"I figured... I meanโ it was Soap's idea, so if you don't want... you don't, you knowโ"
"I love it, sir, I do," you said softly, and he sighed deeply through his nose. You then angled your body away from him, pressing the mask to your face with the ribbons dangling either side. "Do you mind tying it for me?"
Ghost said nothing, but took hold of the two ribbons and brought them to the back of your head. He carefully tied a bow, keeping your mask secure against your face. You could feel the soft rhythm of his breathing against your back, and the warmth of his bare hands near the base of your neck.
"Done?" You asked, looking at yourself in the windows reflection.
Ghost swallowed thickly, ignoring something stirring deep within the pit of his stomach. "Yeah."
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You felt somewhat confident walking into the event with Ghost on your arm. All eyes turned towards the handsomely dressed man, clearly well-built beneath the suit and obviously attractive beneath the silver mask. He captured this attention like a natural, which you couldn't come to grips with. He was so calm, collected. You felt as though you were going to burst into tears at any moment.
But you didn't. You wouldn't. Not with the way Ghost circled an arm around your lower back, a hand pressed hot above your arse. Not with the way he kept you pressed to your side, his towering frame shielding you from at least one line of prying eyes.
But, you felt eyes on you too. Eyes on the pretty girl next to the man with the silver mask. They admired you from close and afar, watching the way your dress dipped around your body, and the way your silver mask glittered under the light of the crystal chandeliers.
"Alright, sarge?" Ghost whispered, thumb rubbing circles on your lower back.
"Yep," you squeaked out, the movement of his hand making your body grow hot. "You good?"
"Mhm." He hummed, already surveying the room.
โOkay, you two. Try and get as much information out of these rich-listers as you canโ, Price's voice filtered in through your earpiece. โI would say don't draw attention to yourselves, but it seems it's a bit late for that. You're probably the youngest, most attractive pair in that room tonightโ.
"Aw, cap, you flatter us." You joked, snagging two flutes of champagne from the tray of a passing waitress.
โJust don't get distractedโ. Price grumbled, before his voice was gone from your ear.
You held a glass of champagne out for Ghost, who just stared at it. You were already raising yours to your lips, drinking the bubbling liquid in small sips. Finally, he took it from you, but didn't drink.
"Shouldn't be drinking on the job." He said gruffly as you finished your drink, placing the empty glass on a nearby table.
"Says who?" You question, taking the second flute from him since he obviously wasn't going to drink it.
"Says me."
"Pfft, you're not the boss of me." You quipped, downing the second glass of champagne. It was mostly to steel your nervesโ which were on fire with anxiety.
He rolled his eyes. "I am the boss of you."
"Oh yeah."
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An hour or so went by and you found yourself sat at the bar. It was a pretty place, decked out in gold and glittering crystal lights. You'd spent the past hour gathering as much information about your rich-list targets as you could, with said information being filtered back through your ear-piece, directly back to Gaz in the hotel room.
Ghost had vanished to investigate further, leaving you alone at the bar, a small glass of water in your hand. You'd thrown back a few flutes of champagne and you realised that water was probably your best bet for the rest of the night.
"What's a pretty lady like you sitting here without company?" Came a voice behind you, and you rolled your eyes.
What a cringe line. Embarrassing.
You plastered a polite smile across your face as a man took the barstool beside you, a simple black mask over his features.
"My company's just gone outside for a smoke." You lied naturally, smile not breaking.
"And he's left you all alone?"
"Mhm, but I'm perfectly fine being by myself," you said. "But it was nice to meet you." You finished with the hopes that he'd take the fucking hint and leave.
He didn't take the hint.
"Well, at least let me by you a drink." He offered.
You shook your head. "I'm fine, thank you."
He took that surprisingly well, but his stare was lingering and uncomfortable as it travelled down the length of your body. You felt goosebumps ripple across your exposed flesh, a grimace threatening to overtake your practised smile.
"You look stunning, by the way," he said. "Absolutely beautiful. Are you sure I can't buy you a drink?"
You sighed. "The drinks are free and, no thank you."
"Are you sureโ?"
You felt Ghost's presence before he even spoke.
You felt the looming warmth press to your back, the tower of mass that overshadowed your frame. You couldn't help but lean back a bit, his chest and upper abdomen pressing firmly along your spine. Then, a built arm draped over your shoulders, wrapping just above your tits and pulling you closer against him.
"Can I help you?" Ghost asked, voice even, accent thick.
The man had to crane his head to look up at Ghost. "Just keeping the pretty lady company."
Ghost grunted. "I suggest you move on. Keep someone else company, why don't you."
The man swallowed nervously. "I didn'tโ"
"Go." Ghost ordered simply, and the man was scurrying away before you could even blink.
You looked up at Ghost, top of your head leaning against his chest. "Thanks." You muttered, waiting for him to let go of you.
He didn't. His hand and arm held you closer, his eyes dragging down your face and your body. His other hand came to rest on your jaw, his thumb trailing along the bone. Then it swiped upwards, along your cheek before pressing to your lips, smearing the shimmering gloss.
You were frozen.
"Ghostโ?"
"You're the prettiest woman in this fucking room, you know that?" He muttered lowly, thumb skirting along the seam of your lips.
You didn't answer, just stared up at him. His rings were cold against the side of your face.
The moment was thick with tension, and heat pooled in your belly. You felt his chest rise and fall, a bit quicker than it did in the car ride to the event. His pupils were blown, too, between the slots in the mask, and he ran the point of his tongue across his bottom lip.
โAww, how romanticโ, Soap's voice burst in your ear, and both you and Ghost jolted.
"Fucking hell, Johnny," Ghost cursed, grip on your face tighter. "I'm turning this fucking mic off. I'm sick of hearing your voice."
Soap laughed. โYou wouldn't dareโ
Ghost switched his ear-piece off, before closing his fingers around yours too. He switched it off, and Soap's voice died in your ear.
You gasped. "Ghostโ"
He hauled you off of the seat while you were mid-sentence, planting you on your feet with your chest now pressed to his.
"Follow me." He growled.
You could feel his cock hardening in his suit trousers.
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Ghost locked the door of the bathroom behind you, before he was slamming you against it, hiking your legs around his waist. His mouth smashed to yours, and you gasped, barely having enough time to respond before his tongue was surging inwards.
The kiss choked you, full of emotion. Ghost's large frame towering over you, caging you to the door. One of his hands gripped your thigh, keeping your body pinned between his and the door. His other hand gripped the underside of your jaw, angling your face so he could press deeper into the kiss.
The material of the silver masks you were both wearing bumped together with each desperate movement of your mouths. You were able to respond now; winding your arms around his shoulders, delving one hand into his hair, pulling his face closer to yours. Ghost groaned into the kiss as you tugged at the roots of his hair, and he pulled away to look down at you.
"Such a tease," he muttered, before dragging his lips across your jaw and down your neck. "Wearing this pretty dress, too."
His lips found the strap on your shoulder, teeth skimming the material before he was kissing along your collarbone. You angled your face upwards so he could suck along the soft expanse of your throat. He still gripped your jaw firmly as he did so, and he moved your head himself when he wanted to nip at the sensitive skin below your ear.
"Fucking stunning," he said, breathless, before he was stepping back to get a better look at you. You squirmed under his gaze, drawing your thighs together as your core gained a heartbeat. You whined, and he chuckled lowly, dropping your leg off of his waist. "So pretty."
"Simon..." You pleaded, his real name slipping past your lips before you could stop yourself. Your body was simmering hot with arousal, your core aching just by the way Ghost was looking at you.
Not to mention how fucking good he looked in that suit.
Clearly, you were having much the same effect on him.
He huffed deeply, unbuttoning his trousers, his hard cock imprinted through the material. You swallowed as you watched his trousers drop slightly as he pulled his cock out of his boxers, eyes raking up and down your body. And you weren't even showing anything yet.
"Acting like a Victorian man," you couldn't help but joke. "Seeing a sliver of shoulder and a bit of ankle's got you worked up?"
You laughed lightly, seeing Ghost roll his eyes behind the mask. He grunted, the closest thing to a verbal reply, as he gripped his cock and moved closer to you. Your breath hitched as he closed the gap, kissing you hard.
His cock pressed to your abdomen, warm and hard through the expensive material of your dress. You whined softly against Ghost's tongue, moving a hand to enclose around his length also.
Ghost choked on a low moan, pulling out of the kiss to rest his forehead against yours. The both of you staying like that, eyes directed down between your bodies as you gripped his cock, hand right beside his own.
You used the beads of pre-cum pearling at his slit to ease your movements, fisting a hand up and down, making Ghost grumble deep in his chest. Foreheads still pressed together, you both watched as you jerked him off. His hand remained tight at the base, unmoving despite your best efforts to encourage him.
The bathroom was filled with his soft noises; noises that ignited the fire in your belly further, your core throbbing, soaking your underwear. You hummed softly at him, some kind of a whine, as you pumped him faster, feeling him twitch in your hand.
He groaned and grunted softly, his breaths deep and laboured. His cock twitched with each of your movements, drops of pre rolling in a steady pattern along a vein. You collected them in the grooves of your palm, your movements sliding, sending soft, wet clicking sounds into the bathroom as well.
It felt like Ghost was entranced with the way he was looking at your hand moving along his cock. So when he felt his orgasm creeping up the back of his spine, he internally cursed.
He grabbed your wrist and pried your hand from his cock with a hiss, screwing his eyes closed as the feeling of release seeping away. He'd just edged himself, and he didn't even fucking mean too.
"Fuck, gotta be inside you," he muttered, kissing your forehead as he changed positions. "Not gonna last like this."
He hoisted you up, wrapping your legs around him. You helped him wriggle the material of your dress around your waist, and he hummed in satisfaction. You braced one hand around his broad shoulders, the other on the door at your side for stability.
"Fucking hell..." Ghost ran a finger up your slit over your underwear. The material was damp with your arousal, and the feeling of his finger made you squirm in his hold.
"Simon, pleaseโ"
"Absolutely soaked..." He wasn't really listening to you. He was too busy playing with the material of your underwear, rubbing up your folds and feeling the way your arousal soaked through.
You quickly moved your hand from the door and fisted a handful of his hair, urging his head to look up. He grunted, gritting his teeth as he finally looked you dead in the eye while you tugged at his hair.
"Simon." You said, commanding as much of his attention as you could.
He licked his lips. "Hm?"
"Fuck me."
"Christ," he whispered, the hand stroking you through your underwear hooking beneath the material. He simply pulled it to the side, exposing your wet cunt. His pupils dilated. "Fucking Christ."
"Don't bring Christ into this." You joked again, and Ghost grunted deeply in response, giving you no warning before he was easing his cock into you.
You spluttered around a moan as his cock filled you abruptly, your hands moving to grip Ghost's shoulders tightly. Your head fell forward, resting against his chest, and you moaned loudly.
His cock nudged that spot inside you that had your cunt fluttering around him, making him groan. He grit his teeth to restrict most of the noises, but he couldn't help himself. Not with the way your cunt was squeezing his cock, all wet and warm and tight.
"Come on, sergeant, come on," Ghost whispered, moving his hips back and slamming into you again. He began to build pace and rhythm with each one of his thrusts. "Let me hear those pretty noises. Come on."
You moaned again, high and breathy as the head of his cock punched the air out of your fucking lungs. He fucked you against the door, the wet sounds of your arousal spurring his movements further.
"Simon, gotta be quiet. Someone m-might hearโ ah, fuckโ" You bit down on your bottom lip to stifle the moans being torn from your throat by the way Ghost was fucking you.
"Let them hear," he whispered in your ear. "Let them hear how good I make you feel, eh? Let them hear how good you are at taking my cock."
Your head fell backwards against the wooden door, eyes rolling as a string of whimpers were pulled from your lips. Ghost rutted into you, grunting softly as he did, listening to the sounds from your mouth and your cunt. He held your hips, keeping you pinned to the door and unable to move so he could slam deeper and deeper inside you.
You arousal was pooling around his cock with each thrust, now dripping down the insides of your thighs. You could faintly feel your underwear in the crease of your thigh, pushed haphazardly out of the way to make room for Ghost. But you didn't careโ you were too focused on the huge fucking cock that was inside you right now.
You couldn't help the whines and soft moans that left your mouth. Your body was burning up, stomach drawing tight as your impending orgasm grew more intense with each rut of Ghost's cock.
"Simon..." You moaned, and Ghost had to compose himself so he didn't come right then and there. You sounded so good, so fucking pretty moaning his name like that.
"Yeah, baby? Feel's good?" He murmured against your skin as he kissed along your jaw. "You wanna come?"
You nodded, fingernails scratching down his shoulders. You whimpered desperately, legs quivering in his hold.
"Let go, pretty girl. Come 'round my cock... that's it."
You came with a loud moan of his name, and he slammed his mouth to yours to swallow it whole. Your cunt spasmed around his cock as he fucked you roughly through your orgasm, heat blooming across your skin. He pulled his face away from yours, lips brushing as he panted, chasing his own high.
"F-fuck," he whispered, releasing inside you, followed by a carnal groan into the curve of your neck. He filled you, hot and thick, and the sensations of it flooding your womb made you close your eyes. He didn't pull out for a while. He just held you to the door, breathing deeply. "Alright, sergeant?"
"Yeah... fine..." You breathed. "We should, um, probably get back to the mission."
"Give me a minute." He groaned, still deep inside you, making you laugh.
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When you did finally leave the bathroom, you made yourself look as presentable as you could before you left a couple of minutes after Ghost. You shoved your ear-piece back into your ear and turned it on. Immediately, you were greeted by Soap's voice.
pairing: pre-outbreak!joel miller x teacher!reader
series rating: E (minors DNI, 18+ only, single dad!joel, smut to come)
summary: Youโre Sarahโs fifth grade teacher, and after meeting her father at a parent/teacher conference, you find yourself developing a strong interest and affection for the two struggling Millers.
chapters marked with * indicate explicit content. minors DNI.
1.ย spectator sportย - you and joel are the most competitive parents in your daughtersโ soccer league. as it turns out, itโs not so easy being enemies when your daughters become best friends.
2.ย clean sheetย - nothing stirs the pot like your ex-husband, gossipy soccer moms, and a weekend-long soccer tournament.
3. the l word - the five times you realized you loved joel, and the first time one of you says it.
4. cupidโs arrow - you and joel have your first valentineโs day together.
5. kith and kin -ย your parents finally meet joel in the midst of celebrating your daughterโs birthday.ย
EXTRAS
a cup of joe(l) - you and joel bring each other coffee.
in the dead of night - joel has a nightmare. you comfort him.
wine night - joel takes care of you after a night out.
Summary: Youโre the school nurse at Sarahโs middle school and youโre volunteered to chaperone the school dance alongside her father, Joel Miller. After some other teachers upset you there, he makes a point of showing you how he feels while also teaching those assholes a lesson.ย
A/N: okay so i know i just wrote one but you guys were so sweet in the notes :) *sobbing* and im obsessed with him so another Joel Miller fic for you, this oneโs more fluffy tho hereโs a sweet, smutty one, inspired by that one scene in โThe Lost Husbandโ YALL KNOW WHAT IM TALKING ABOUT, enjoy and feedback as always is appreciated >~< i cant stop writing him PREPARED TO BE SICK Oโ ME
Word Count: 4k
Warnings: SMUT 18+, fluff, cheesy, just absolute fuckin fluff, mentions of death, months pre-outbreak, language, reader is insulted, slight angst, mentions of alcohol, slight age gap, reader has panic attack, public making out, jealous!reader, Joel loves his pet names, he talks you through it, oral f! receiving, p in v, praise, unprotected sex,ย yโall itโs a lotย
The last ten minutes of sixth-period English are always left up to students. Ms. OโDonnell grades at her desk while the class independently reads or works or talks or sleeps and she pretends to not notice when the couples sneak kisses. Not that you can blame her, it isnโt like she gets paid to babysit.
โMunson,โ her voice is smooth and it reminds you how you like it when she reads to the class.
Eddieโs head twitches up and he slides out of his chair rather awkwardly - his limbs just a little too big for the desks and body a little too stiff for the crowded aisles. When heโs at Ms. OโDonnellโs desk, you can just barely make out whispers of your name.
Your attention snaps to the pair, peering at them through your lashes and you watch as Eddieโs hair bounces with his manic nodding. Ms. OโDonnell catches you watching them and smiles as she makes a โcome hitherโ motion with her index finger.
You follow Eddieโs lead and slide out of your seat and up to your teacher, fiddling with your fingers as you wait for her to speak. You and Eddie turn to each other as she searches for her words and trade nods of acknowledgment.
Ms. OโDonnell lowers her glasses and sets down the papers in her hand, then spreads them across her desk - you catch the vicious red marks across each one. All marked with big red Fโs and mind-numbingly low scores circled right next to the name on every sheet - Eddie Munson. Your hands reach out to pull the papers closer before you even realize what youโre doing - then you quickly pull yourself back.
โIโm sure you know that Mr. Munson isnโt doing very well in this class,โ you nod hurriedly when she glances at you expectantly, โthis is his third year as a senior at Hawkins, and I do want him to graduate. You are our top-performing student,โ you try to smother down the smile that rises at her praise, โI want you to help Mr. Munson study and pass this class. Can you do that?โ
You look over at Eddie once again and nod, โYes, of course, Ms. OโDonnell,โ you notice the way Eddieโs eyes have widened slightly but you donโt point it out, โI can be in the library right after school today, if that works?โ
โIt absolutely does,โ Eddie reaches out to shake your hand like this is a business transaction.
You return to your seat and ignore the peculiar stares shot your way.ย
It couldnโt hurt to tutor Eddie - what did you have to lose? Your social status? It was already shaky at best and the only reason people knew your name was because they needed it if they wanted to properly ask you to do their homework.ย
Besides, you didnโt understand what people found so โfreakโ-ish about him. From what you saw, Eddie was nice and ran a club for a game that people didnโt understand. Sure, he was quick to bounce around in his seat and pay more attention to song chords in his head than class but he wasnโt evil for that. Aside from selling drugs, he was harmless - and even then, youโd never seen anything particularly hard in his metal lunchbox.ย ย
You can remember the first time he sold to Chrissy. In the woods behind school, at an abandoned bench - you two were sat together clutching hands when Eddie took the seat across from you two and opened his lunchbox.
โDidnโt know we were bringing a guest,โ Eddie pointed at you, but was looking at Chrissy.
โI- โ she shook her head, eyes nearly bugging from all the nerves, โIโm sorry, itโs just - sheโs emotional support.โ
โYeah,โ you nodded eagerly to her point, โlike when you get a tattoo and you want someone to hold your hand. Iโm just the hand-holder.โ
โYouโve gotten a tattoo before?โ he tilted his head at you skeptically.
โNo,โ you shook your head and then brightened up when you followed up with, โbut Iโve seen it in movies.โ
โOkay,โ Eddie shut his lunchbox and took a deep breath, โI can feel both of your guysโ nerves in my ass, so justโฆโ he looked Chrissy in the eyes, โsay the word - and Iโll go. Nobody has to hear about this,โ he knocked his knuckles on the table, โNo cheer captain will lose her position and no valedictorian-to-be will have it on her record.โ
โNo, I- I want to do this,โ Chrissy nodded resolutely, but you squeezed her hand tightly anyway, โI justโฆ didnโt wanna be alone.โ
โDid you think Iโd be allโฆ mean and scary?โ he teased, opening his box back up.
Chrissy laughed and you joined as she answered, โHonestly, a little bit.โ
Eddie wasnโt mean or scary at all. He even gave Chrissy a discount after trying to make the two of you comfortable.
โYou donโt want anything?โ Chrissy had already wandered off and was waiting for you a few feet away when Eddie showed you the contents of his box.
โOh, no,โ youโd stood from the table, fiddling with your fingers lest you be tempted to look through the box, โMy momโs insane, if she found out- โ you laughed but he could sense that you were on edge, โGod, I donโt even wanna think about it. Besides, I donโt know how Iโd be on that stuff, I donโt think Iโm ready right now.โ
โAlright, I wonโt push you,โ Eddie immediately shut the box, โHave a nice day, future Harvard grad.โ
โHarvard might be a bit farโฆโ you brushed off before returning to Chrissyโs side.
There was another time youโd gotten a peek into that lunchbox. He was doing an under-the-table deal at lunch, of all times, when youโd walked by to sit with Chrissy. You gasped so loud youโre surprised that nobody else noticed. You then slapped a hand over your mouth before muttering several apologies and rushing off. Eddie didnโt seem to mind, and he even laughed as you scampered away.
Eddie was really a sweetheart, you two werenโt even friends but you could gather that much. Maybe being his tutor would be the perfect excuse for you two to actually start talking to each other.ย
The rapprochement to amity - something to jumpstart the link.
2:50 PM.
Eddieโs drumming his pencil against the smooth wooden table when you come upon him in the library. His head is bobbing to nothing but whatever song is trapped in his head and his hair falls in curtains around him as he shifts. His back is turned to you and you can see patches in sleeves of the vest he wears everyday - all band logos you can just barely recognize from shirts in alternative store windows. Nothing your parents would let you listen to.
Peculiarly, that only makes you want to approach the stores even more.
You pluck up your courage and move to the empty seat - which you notice has already been pulled out - beside Eddie, slipping your bag onto the table as you greet him.
โSo,โ you pull out the binder you keep for English, โanything you wanna work on specifically?โ
โUh, yeah, actually,โ Eddie copies your movements but instead of a binder, he tugs out a pile of loose, crinkled, and somewhat torn papers, โI think part of my F could be this shitload of missing assignments, so maybe getting them done could help my ass.โ
โSounds great,โ you lean over to peek through some of the papers, โI think I actually kept those.โ
You know for certain that you kept every assignment because in the second grade you threw away a book report after presenting and when your teacher gave you the wrong score, you had no evidence to show her that she was wrong. Ergo, failing your second grade book report right at the end of the year.
โSo, just let me see those and we can be done here, yeah? No having to stick around the school freak,โ he holds out his hand, the offer sounding like heโs doing you a favor.
โUh, no,โ your protest is quiet and unsteady, โI donโt think thatโs a good idea. Then you donโt really retain any of the information,โ you glance up at Eddie nervously, โyou know?โ
โHey, no worries,โ he holds his hands up in surrender, grinning, โI get it. Iโll let you take over - youโre the smart one.โ
โWell, Iโll let you pick which assignment we start on,โ your hands retract to your lap as you watch him turn to his pile.
Eddie takes an assignment out of the papers and eases it in front of you, โI totally hated this book so I paid zero attention.โ
You recognize the paper from the - just recently finished - Romeo & Juliet unit - an analysis on the characters that you honestly just half-assed with pretty words but still got an A on. You retrieve it from your binder and skim your analysis so you know which direction to guide Eddie.
โTo be completely fair,โ you chuckle, โyou werenโt missing much other than the homework. Romeo is seventeen and Julietโs barely started puberty - itโs actually super creepy.โ
โThen, Iโm glad I missed it. Donโt think Iโd be able to stomach that, itโd give me flashbacks to the seniors I see trying to pick up freshmen.โ
โThatโs actually exactly what was happening to me when we were reading it. Although, thatโs a little hypocritical of me,โ when he quirks a brow at you, you shrug, โMs. OโDonnell partnered with the theater program to do a production of Romeo & Juliet and I auditioned. Now, I get to be groomed on stage by Mikey Port.โ
โGross,โ he fake gags, โWhy would you do that to yourself?โ
โJust wanted to feel aliveโฆโ when you notice how weird you sound, you tack on, โor something. Anyway!โ for as much as you hate the popular kids, you canโt help but wish you had their people skills, โNow onto studying!โ
Eddie wishes he could pay closer attention, he really does. Both in general, and now. Youโre just leaning so close and he can smell the sweetness of your perfume and can see the way your bottom lip drags between your teeth when you focus. He knew you were pretty, but now - in this quiet, dark library with his abandoned homework and you mere inches away - it feels totally different.
โSo, what do you think?โ you look up at him with wide, wondering eyes and he feels his heart pause.ย
โUhh,โ Eddie takes a glance at the paper and pretends to think while he reads the question.
What is the importance of Julietโs age to her character?
โWell, sheโsโฆโ
โThirteen.โ
โRight, thirteen. And thatโs - just about to be a teenager, so obviously sheโs on the edge of starting to find out who she is,โ he turns back to you, โright?โ
โYeah,โ you look so excited for him and he finds it hard to want to stop studying if itโll mean you keep looking at him the way you do, โgreat job! What else?โ
โSince sheโs young, she wants to be seen as more grown than she is so that her parents can respect what she has to say. But sheโs also too old to have her disobedience blamed on immaturity.โ
โExactly, yeah!โ you nod and tap his paper, โNow just copy that down on here and youโve already got a question done!โ
Eddie hasnโt felt smart in a long, long while and now heโs certain that he could beat even Nancy Wheeler in a battle of wits.ย
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A good forty-five minutes has elapsed since you sat beside him and he wishes he didnโt have to stop you, โSorry to disappoint, but I have business.โ
โOh, yeah, not a problem,โ you glance at a clock hanging to your left and begin packing away your things, โI donโt have a specific schedule,โ a lie but something within you says you shouldnโt tell him how desperately your parents need order, โsoโฆ any day you want to work is fine.โ
โUh, yeah. I can do Monday for sure,โ Eddie takes little care in brushing his things back into his bag, but he looks down at you as you carefully stow your binder in your backpack, โSo, the โbusinessโ is an, uh, unofficial Hellfire thing. This kid, Mike Wheeler, likes to DM but he canโt in Hellfire, so sometimes he and his friends stop by and we go through his campaigns.โ
โOh, thatโs nice,โ you zip up your bag and swing it around to loop around both of your shoulders.
Eddie nods, brushing back his hair from his eyes, โI only mention it, just in case you have nothing really going on,โ your brows raise and so he quickly continues, โIf you want to join, you can. Iโll give you a ride, you know, free of charge.โ
Chrissy had canceled your girlsโ night for a date that Jason wouldnโt let her skip out on and there wasnโt play rehearsal in the afternoons (instead taking up the place of your study hall hour).
โI donโt know how to play, Iโd probably just be watchingโฆโ you admit, โWhy would you wanna invite me anyway?โ
โWell, you ever hang out with the school freak for the Satanic game of Dungeons and Dragons?โ you shake your head, โItโd be a way to feel alive or something,โ you cringe at your own words being thrown at you but nod to his logic.
โStill have no idea how to playโฆโ
โNot a problem,โ he waves off, โJust you being there would be enough. Even if you didnโt talk, not that I donโt want you to talk. I think you should talk the whole time, in fact.โ
โThen I wonโt stop talking,โ you nod before gesturing to the exit of the library with your head, โLead the way, Munson.โ
He was right - youโd never even seen the board for D&D let alone watched a game. Your parents would lose their minds if they just knew that the person you had to help get their grade up was the social pariah Eddie Munson. And as much as it should make you ashamed, something about subtly disobeying your parents seems thrilling. A quiet rebellion in your own right.
โPlease,โ he places a hand on his chest, snapping you from your thoughts, as he goes to walk, โMunson is my family name, call me Eddie.โ
As you and Eddie make your way to his van, you suddenly ask, โWill the boys be okay with me joining?โ
He shrugs, โTheyโll live.โ
You climb in, shifting your bag so itโs settled onto your lap and quirking a brow at him, โReally?โ
Eddie slams the door only to shout through the rolled up window, โYeah!โ
He comes around the van and climbs into the driverโs side. His eyes fall to the floor and he feels nauseated at the sight of fast food wrappers and empty, crushed cans on the floor. He finally gets a girl in his car and the place is trashed: of course.
You follow his gaze and shake your head with a grin, โOh, donโt worry about it at all! I donโt even have a car, soโฆ it isnโt like I can say anything.โ
The van pulls out of the parking lot and you almost rock with the speed with which it does.ย
Eddie looks at you briefly as he asks, โReally? How do you get to school?โ
โUh,โ you scratch the back of your neck, โDustin Henderson. Well, his mom takes me. We live, like, right next to each other.โ
Thereโs a break in the conversation, you watch the trees pass through the window as Eddie speeds back to his trailer.ย
Suddenly, he turns on the radio and a guitar riff breaks through the speakers at ear-rupturing level. Eddie rushes to turn it down when you flinch, โYou ever listen to metal?โ
โUh, no,โ you squeeze one of the straps of your bag in your hands, โmy parents say itโs the reason kids have started doing drugs,โ out of the corner of your eyes you can see Eddieโs brows furrow, โI mean, Iโve tried explaining it, you know? Kids have always done drugs. Even back when the pilgrims were just settling in Massachusetts, they had the early form of laudanum - not to mention the abundance of hallucinogenic vegetation in the area,โ it suddenly feels hot in the van and you clear your throat just to fill the stuffy silence, โLaudanum has opium in it. Itโs a drug.โ
โWell, I appreciate your service in defending us metalheadsโ collective honor,โ he taps the steering wheel to the rhythm of the song flooding the van.
โSorry, I ramble sometimes,โ you murmur.
โโm not complaining,โ he shrugs.
A low, rough voice kicks through the song and despite the fact itโs so foreign to you, you can find your head bopping along with Eddieโs, โWhat band is this?โ
โThis is Metallica,โ Eddie slows as Forest Hills Trailer Park comes closer into view, his head briefly flickers to you, โDo you like it?โ
โItโs not like anything my parents play,โ you nod slowly, โItโsโฆ nice.โ
Something thrums beneath your veins at the fact that your parents have no idea youโre in the local pothead drug dealerโs van listening to Metallica. Something attracts you to the idea of turning up the speakers until your ribcage is rattling with the drums.
But you donโt get the chance before Eddie stops in front of his trailer.
Eddie only stays in the van long enough to say, โYou can leave your bag in here, if you want.โ
To say Dustin is surprised to see you arrive with Eddie Munson is an understatement. You hadnโt seen his eyes this wide since you got him the walkies he adores and had been begging for, for months on his birthday. Mikeโs jaw drops open as you wave to the two. You try not to pay too much attention to the fact thereโs a gaping space where Lucas should be.
You didnโt know the others as well as you knew Dustin, but you knew enough to sense the tragedy of their shifting quartet.
โWhatโs she doing here?โ Mike gestures to you as Eddie shuts his trailer door.
โTo experience the scintillating presence of todayโs youth,โ you sarcastically cheer, none of the boys so much as mercy laugh and you huff before turning to Eddie, โCan I use your phone?โ
He points you in the direction of his room, โItโs right on the first dresser, you can close the door if you need privacy. The place is a shithole right now, so donโt judge too much, okay?โ
You wander into Eddieโs room and are smacked dead in the face with the musk of weed and cigarettes. You take into account how little itโs your business what clothes are piling on the floor and ignore them, simply closing the door and taking up the phone to call your parents.
You were supposed to be home five minutes ago.
Your father reminds you of that when you pick up. At the sound of his voice, your shoulders tense and itโs pure instinct when you hug your arms around yourself. The sound of his voice has always made anxiety swell in your gut and you canโt pinpoint why exactly, you just know that it happens.
Automatic trauma response, you read somewhere.
โWhere are you?โ
โStill the library,โ you murmur, twirling the cord nervously around your finger, โTutoring is gonna take longer than I thought.โ
โI told you to not involve yourself with those people,โ he huffs, โJust because youโre passing and the other kids are idiots doesnโt mean they have a right- โ
โI know, Dad,โ you bite the bullet, โI just wanted to help.โ
Thereโs a pause, and you can practically see him shaking his head, โTedโs daughter is already home.โ
Fucking Nancy Wheeler - of course, everything is always about her.
You have nothing specific against her, you swear. Itโs justโฆ
Thereโs a reason you two stopped being friends.
โIโll be home by curfew, Dad.โ
โYou better be,โ thereโs a slam and then the line drops dead.
You and Nancy were the nerds, yes, but you were the nerds together. You, Nancy, and Barb - three girls who wouldnโt turn heads until the jocks needed fulfilling of a bet from some cliche movie.
You could deal with the comparisons from your families because you and Nancy were still in it together. You could put up with the judgemental looks from your parents when Nancy did something better than you did because at least she was there.
And then she started dating Steve Harrington and Steve Harrington didnโt like you because while you were in ninth grade and he was in tenth, you refused to write his essays and give him exam answers. So, Nancy decided that she had to cut down on your time together.
The trio went down to two and you were thrown over the edge of the lifeboat.
You were still the nerd and Nancy went on to become the most desirable girl in Hawkins.
She didnโt even bother telling you when Barb went missing. Instead, you were left to find out when it was finally covered by the 5 oโclock news.
Ironically, however, you now work with Steve Harrington and find that heโs chilled out quite a bit since high school. You two are actually friends.
You drop the phone to its receiver and exit Eddieโs room, settling onto the living room floor beside your geeky neighbor, Dustin.
Mike tosses his hands up in exasperation, lips pressing into a thin line.
He and Nancy donโt actually look much alike, but it serves you no better than if he did.
Oh well, nothing will change. Your parents are your parents and thatโs why youโre already hoping you can get another invite to spend time with Eddie.
Speaking of the devil, the man himself sits on the couch to your right and pulls out a box underneath the table, inside is what you can recognize as character sheets. When Dustin was just initially getting into Dungeons and Dragons, he would ask you for input on his character.
Itโs one of those things you try not to forget - when the kid you live next to and sometimes babysit used to actually admire you and think you were cool. Dustin still respected you, but it was different now that he was in high school and friends with Steve fucking Harrington.
โOh, sweet lady,โ Eddie calls in a sing-song and you turn to him immediately, โI need some input over here,โ you nod and hop onto the couch beside Eddie only to see that every section of the sheet is filled out. Your brows furrow and Eddie leans over to whisper in your ear, โI just wanted the most interesting person in the room to sit next to me. Pretend Iโm saying something really clever and smart.โ
You canโt help the laugh that flows from you as you nod, and just to really sell the act youโre quick to say, โI really like that.โ
Eddie gasps dramatically, โYou do?โ
โMhm,โ you make an effort to sound more resolute, โDefinitely.โ
โGreat, great,โ Eddie pretends to scribble something down on his character sheet, โYou know, I just knew you were the person to ask about that.โ
โOh, is that so?โ
โWell, youโre way smarter than any of these kids. And youโre smarter than me. Soโฆโ
You canโt help the way your lips stretch into a grin at his words.
Nobody has ever called you smart other than teachers in report cards and when they needed someone to sit next to the problem students. So you bathe in the praise Eddie hands out so easily and you donโt notice the wary glance Dustin shoots Mike.
Echt - of German origin - meaning authentic and typical. And while Eddie may not appear typical, thereโs certainly nothing better than the way he feels so human and gentle beneath the outlandish veneer.
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A piercing glare is shot at the red head, who winces in response. With a grunt, Bakugou curls his hands into fists once again, a simple routine he has come accustomed with. Ignoring the ache, his arm draws back, delivering a sharp uppercut to the punching bag. Kirishima lurches back with a grunt from the impact. Punch after punch soars against the tough leather, sweat dripping down Bakugouโs skin. Kirishima is grinning, eyes never leaving the trainee.
โOkay, okay. Youโre good now, Bakugou.โย
Heavy pants leave his lips, stumbling towards the bench. He snatches his water bottle off the bench, tipping his head back to pour the icy liquid down his throat. He swallows it with a content sight, taped hand coming to wipe off his lips.
โYou did well today. Feeling prepared enough?โ Kirishima asks, craning his neck as he sprays down the bag.
Bakugou scoffs, eyes flickering up to meet his friendโs as he makes work with removing his tape. โOf course I did good. And yeah, I feel prepared. Itโs not like Iโm going to lose to the shitty twig.โ he spat, tossing the tape onto the floor with a thud.
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Bakugou chuckles dryly, that coy smirk slipping onto his face as he rises to his feet, body angling to face his friendโs.ย
โThereโs no โif,โ shitty hair. Iโm going to fucking win.โ
A/N: This is another piece I made for the @bnhabookclub and I love this square so muchโฆ. so there will be a part two to this story >:)
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