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moonstruckme · 2 months

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Hi!! Could you do a Bodyguard!James Potter x reader where he is guarding her during a high profile event and something happens? With a bit of angst to fluff? If you’re comfortable of course! I hope you have a wonderful day, i’m new to your page and ADORED your bodyguard james. <3

Thanks for requesting lovely <3

cw: guns, shooting

bodyguard!James x fem!reader ♡ 1k words

You shift your stance a bit and have to bite down on a whimper.

“I’m going to have to throw these shoes out after this,” you mutter to James. “I’m pretty sure there’s blood pooling around my toes.”

“You wanna take them off?” he murmurs back, lips barely moving as he keeps his face in a mask of businesslike impassivity.

You sigh. “I wish.”

“You could. Just step out of them, no one’s looking over here.”

It’s true. Every camera in the chamber is pointed to where your mom stands on the podium, her right hand raised as she takes her oath. As much as you hate coming to these things, you can’t ignore the kernel of pride shining behind your sternum. She’s waited so long for this day, dealt with so much opposition, and now she’s finally going to be able to enact some real change. You can keep up appearances for her.

“I’d better not risk it,” you tell James. “With my luck, the second I do—”

You’re on the ground before you even register the sound of glass shattering. James’ grip on your shoulder is harsh, almost painful, but the noise that follows has enough adrenaline spiking your bloodstream to forget about that. The loud, rapid popping of gunfire fills the chamber.

James’ hand moves to clasp around your elbow, but you tear away from him, headed in the opposite direction. The podium is empty. Where’s your mom? Did they get her already? Is she hurt? Did she—

You’re not fast enough to outpace James, definitely not limping around in your heels, and he gets an arm around your waist, hauling you away from the center aisle. You can’t tell where the gunfire is coming from—who has the guns?—but he pushes your head down before you can look. A low buzzing burrows into your ears. You try again to go to where you last saw your mom, but James yanks you back to his side, a cutting “Stop” hissing past his lips. Any other time, a tone like that would have you stilling like a frightened bunny, but you know he’s not the danger here.

When you don’t listen, he lifts you off the ground. The crowd is swarming, frantic and disorganized, but James maneuvers through it expertly, running down the hall until he finds an unlocked door. The bathroom door swings open for you, and James sets you down quickly, locking it before you have a second to recover.

You lunge for the door anyway, only for twin bands to wrap around your middle. They pin your arms to your sides and press you securely to James’ front.

“Stop. Stop it.” His tone is as hard as his grip, dispassionate to your struggling. “You cannot fight me when you’re in danger, understand?”

“They’re not here for me,” you plead. Your voice is scratchy with desperation.

“No, but I am. I’m here for you.” His hold tightens, but now it’s less a restraint than a comfort. You can feel his heavy breaths tickling past your ear. “Your mom has her own detail, okay? She made it out before we did, they probably have her somewhere safe.”

Now you can hear your breathing too. Short, stilted pants that wheeze in and out of you. You think you might be shaking.

“That’s enough,” James says gently, starting to lower you both to the ground. Your knees give easily, relinquishing your weight to his hold until he settles you both on the tiled floor. “That’s enough, alright? Can I let you go now?”

You’re not sure you want him to anymore, but you nod. He slips out from behind you, checking the lock on the bathroom door and then removing his gun from the holster at his hip. The sight of it makes your trembling worsen. He checks something with it while murmuring to the people on the other end of his earpiece, convoluted jargon you’ve long since ceased paying attention to.

“She’s fine,” he says after a minute. “Your mom. They got her into an office, and now we’re all just waiting for security to clear the building before we can go.”

You drop your head to your knees, relief like a tidal wave washing over you. You hear James’ footsteps move back toward you before his big hand lands on your head. It smooths down your hair as he squats next to you. When you glance at his gun balanced on his knee, he catches the look.

“I have to keep this out for now,” he says, looking you in your eyes like he’s making a promise, “but the safety’s staying on unless someone tries to come in here. Okay?”

“Yeah.” You nod, still trying to get your breathing under control.

James strokes your head again, his touch weighty and reassuring. The noise outside of the bathroom seems to be lessening, but you’re not sure how much sound is blocked by the door. There could be shooting still happening just past it, people hurt or dying in the halls.

“I’m sorry for fighting you so hard,” you say quietly.

James blows out a breath. “I get it,” he admits. “In those situations, it’s natural to freak out and head toward the person you want to keep safe.” He flashes you a little smile. “I’m lucky it’s already my job to do that.” You grimace back, but his expression grows serious again when he says, “You just have to keep your head, though, you know? The whole reason you and your mom have protection is to make sure someone else is already looking out for you. You don’t need to worry about her, you just need to trust me.”

You look at him. His body is still taut, ready for a fight if one comes to him, but his expression is gentle. It’s easy to forget it’s his job to take care of you when he seems to do it so naturally. Caring emanates from James like it’s the core component of his soul.

“I do trust you,” you tell him.

His mouth slants, expression unbearably fond. “I know, sweetheart. We’ll work on those instincts, okay? I get that it’s not an easy adjustment to make.”

“Have you ever had to do that? Run away from the person you cared about the most?”

He shakes his head. “Like I said, I’m lucky. I always get to run towards you.”

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a-simple-gaywitch · 1 year

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Amidst the Chaos

Spencer Reid x Reader

Summary: Spencer and (Y/N) didn't get along, and it annoyed the whole BAU. But when a traumatized (Y/N) shows up at Spencer's apartment late one night, their whole relationship shifts

Warnings: PTSD, trauma, references to torture, other canon-typical topics

Word Count: 3827

Author’s Note: not necessarily my best fic, but i’ve been working on it for over a year so... here it is

Orpheus - Sara Bareilles

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“Don't stop trying to find me here amidst the chaos. Though I know it's blinding, there's a way out.” ~ Sara Bareilles, Orpheus

“Guys, I want you to meet our newest team member,” Hotch said to the BAU as they settled around the table. “This is Agent (Y/N) (L/N).”

You gave a shy wave to the group in front of you, but your smile was bright enough to light up the entire room. “Hi.”

“She’s coming to us from Organized Crime. I trust that you’ll all welcome her to the team.”

“Honestly, I’m just happy to be given a chance to work with all of you. It’s been my dream to work at the BAU for years.”

“We’ll have time to get to know Agent (L/N) better on the plane. But for now, we have a case,” Hotch said. “JJ?”

“So,” Derek said, taking a seat next to you on the jet. “What was Organized Crime like?”

“Honestly? Boring as all hell. It was mostly stopping money laundering and drug cartels,” you said. “Not as glamorous as Goodfellas makes it seem. Besides, the BAU was always my end goal anyway.”

He chuckled a bit. “Yeah, I get that. We’re glad to have you on our team. ” The conversation between you and Morgan flowed easily and before you knew it, you had become like brother and sister. The rest of the team grew to love you too. Well, most of the team.

Spencer seemed icy and cold toward you, and no one could offer a valid explanation. By all accounts, you should have gotten along. You loved Halloween just as much as Spencer did and you always had at least 3 books on your person at a time. You had a borderline unhealthy addiction to caffeine and sugar and spent more time in the office than your apartment. But for some reason, you and Spencer just seemed to constantly be at each other’s throats.

In your defense, Reid had started it.

For whatever reason, Reid disliked you right out the gate. He tried to be civil toward you, but something about you just bothered him.

He originally just tried to avoid you when he could, but with the nature of the team’s dynamic, that didn’t work out well.

Spencer found himself doing small, petty things to annoy you, like putting your favorite mug on the top shelf where you couldn’t reach it or borrowing your pens and “forgetting” to return them. Something about seeing you mildly inconvenienced and annoyed as opposed to your normally happy and bubbly self made him feel better. He knew it was fucked up of him.

Eventually, the animosity became mutual. You and Spencer were rarely paired together on cases because Hotch couldn’t stand the constant arguing between the two of you. Mostly, Hotch tended to pair you with Derek who you began to see as a brother.

Spencer would never admit it, but seeing you and Derek be as close as you were stirred some kind of jealousy in him. He figured it was just because he had been friends with Morgan first, that was all.

Local cases were always extra stressful on the team. Something about unsubs being so close to home made the cases more personal. As such, tensions were running high and no one had slept in over 24 hours as the team worked to nail down a profile.

“This doesn’t make sense,” you muttered as you looked over the crime scene photos. “The crime profiles as disorganized but the victimology and timeline profile him as organized.”

“How you doing there, Pretty Girl?” Morgan asked, setting down a carrier of coffee cups.

You sighed and picked up the cup with your name scrawled on it. “There’s discrepancies in our preliminary profile and I can’t…”

“Did you try comparing notes with Reid?”

“Derek, I love you, but are you insane?”

“I’m serious, (Y/N).”

“So am I. Any time I try to have any kind of civilized conversation with that man he turns it into an argument.”

Thankfully, Hotch came into the room at that point, stopping the conversation. “We have two potential leads. Morgan, you’re going with Blake to the first address. (L/N), you and Reid are going to the second.” Hotch tossed you both keys for SUVs. “Reid and Blake have the files. They’ll fill you in on the drive.”

“Yes, sir.” You grabbed your coffee from the table, along with Reid’s, and headed out to the car. When you got to the parking lot, Reid was already leaning against the car, flipping through a file folder. “Reid. Here.”

As you handed him the coffee, he said, “What, was everyone else busy?”

You rolled your eyes. “I don’t know. I’m just following Hotch’s orders.” You unlocked the car and climbed in. “Where are we going?”

“21 Rock Creek Road, Somerset. We’re interviewing Linda Walsh, the neighbor of our first victim, Savanna Curtis.”

“Great. Can you type it into the GPS?”

“Why? I can just give you the directions.”

“Because the GPS is more accurate.”

“(L/N), I have an eidetic memor-”

“Eidetic memory, I know. But you’re telling me your memory can predict traffic patterns? I don’t think so. Just use the damn GPS.”

“Fine.” Spencer typed the address in, muttering under his breath.

“Thank you. What information do we have on Walsh?”

“72 years old, she was reportedly in the house when Curtis was attacked and taken to the secondary location. Hotch wants us to interview her and see if she noticed anything that might help us with the profile.”

Soon enough, the two of you pulled up to the witness’s house. Before even getting out of the car, you felt like something was wrong.

”Wait, Reid.” You grabbed his arm as he reached for the door handle. “Something about this doesn’t feel right.”

“What do you mean?”

“Look at the windows. All of them are dark. Not even a television glow. Something’s off.”

“I hate to say it, but you’re right.”

You hopped out of the car and pulled your gun from your side, following Reid up the path to the house. He knocked on the front door.

“I don’t hear anything from inside.” He knocked again. “Go around the back, see if you can get in that way.”

You nodded and walked around the house. You could hear Reid continuing to knock as you went around. As you rounded the corner, a sharp pain entered your shoulder. You yelled and turned around, but not before a blunt object hit you in the temple and your vision faded.

Spencer was panicking. You were missing, and it was his fault. He was pacing in the front yard of Walsh’s home while the team and the local authorities worked to catch up.

“Reid, what happened?” Hotch asked. “We need everything.”

Spencer relayed every detail from the moment the two of you pulled up to the house, still pacing. “I shouldn’t have told her to go off on her own, it’s my fault-”

“Kid, breathe,” Morgan told him. “You didn’t know this would happen. What’s important now is finding her and bringing her home safe.”

The team did a thorough inspection on Mrs. Walsh’s home and learned a good deal. Mrs. Walsh wasn’t home, as was reported. However, her son, Devin, was clearly staying with her. It didn’t take the team long to figure out he was the unsub.

When you awoke, you were in a secondary location. Your head was throbbing behind your eyes and your shoulder was in agony. Your arms were tied behind your back, but that was the only restraint to your mobility. You looked around, trying to figure out where you were. It was a large, open space, you guessed a warehouse, probably abandoned. It was dark, except for the glow of the streetlights outside and an industrial lamp in the center of the room. You didn’t have much time to assess your surroundings, though, because Walsh was waiting for you to wake up.

You knew the facts of the case. You saw the photos. He kept the women for 24 hours, torturing them until their bodies were barely recognizable. Then, he’d kill and dump them.

But you also knew your team. They were relentless. And they would save you.

“We’ve seen what he does to his victims. We’re in a race against the clock here,” Morgan argued with Hotch.

“But we still have to keep our heads and follow the law. If we don’t get a warrant, any evidence we do find goes right out the window.”

“Guys, Garcia found something,” JJ said. She put her phone on speaker. “Go ahead, Garcia.”

“So, Walsh’s dear old dad was the owner of a warehouse in the 80s. The warehouse is still in his name but has since been abandoned. And before you even ask, yes, I sent you the address.”

The SUVs pulled up to the warehouse and the team jumped out. The plan was to enter the building slow and quiet, but that changed when they heard you scream, followed by a gunshot. Then, everything went silent. Completely silent.

Everyone rushed into the building. The team was terrified of what they were about to find. What they saw, no one could have expected.

You were lying unconscious on the floor, in a pool of blood. Also on the floor, with a bullet hole through his forehead, was Devin Walsh. Standing with a gun in her hands was 72 year old Linda Walsh, tears running down her face.

“I had to,” she said, looking at Hotch. “He was gonna kill her.”

“We need a medic!”

The team was sitting around your hospital bed. The doctor had said you probably wouldn’t wake up for a while, but they were determined to have someone there with you when you did.

“We should take shifts,” JJ suggested. “That way there’s always someone here and the rest of us can get some rest, too.”

“That’s a good idea. Dave and I can take the first shift,” Hotch said. “We’ll do four-hour rotations in pairs.”

They talked through who would pair up and take what rotations before Rossi shooed the rest of the team out.

Eventually, Reid and Morgan were on their “shift.” Morgan glanced over at Reid, who was staring at the same page of a book.

“You ever gonna flip that page?”

“What if she doesn’t wake up?”

“Kid, you heard the doctor. She will.”

“But what if she doesn’t? It would be my fault. I’m the one who made her go off by herself. We were supposed to be a team and I couldn’t see past-” He cut himself off, shaking his head.

“Hey,” Morgan put his hand on Spencer’s shoulder, “it’ll be okay, Reid. I’m gonna go grab a coffee. Want one?”

“Sure.” After Morgan left, Spencer looked at you and sighed. Your body was wrapped in casts and bandages. “Hey, (L/N),” he said, reaching out and resting his hand on top of yours.

One thing you didn’t expect about being in a medically induced coma was to still hear everything going on around you. You could hear the doctors and nurses moving about your room. You could hear your teammates. You heard Hotch and Rossi talking about the paperwork they’d have to file on the case because an agent had been seriously injured. You heard the music Penelope insisted on playing, and you heard Spencer.

“Hey, (L/N),” you heard him say. “I don’t know if you can hear me but,” he took a deep breath, “I’m sorry. Not just for this. I mean, obviously for this. I never should have split us up, I never should have sent you around the back of the house, I never should have-” he stopped himself. You could hear the tightness in his voice. Was he crying? No, Reid wouldn’t be crying over you. Would he? But he continued. “I was awful to you. I mean, I was an asshole,” he said with a dry laugh. “There’s no other word for it. I was an asshole to you and there was no excuse. I’m so sorry, (Y/N). I-”

“One cup of sugar with a splash of coffee,” Derek said, coming back into the room.

“Thanks.” Reid took the cup in both his hands, grateful for a distraction from his guilt.

“Any change?”

He shook his head. “None.”

Derek sighed. “You know, part of me was really hoping she’d wake up in the five minutes I was gone.” He gripped your hand that wasn’t casted up. “We miss you, Pretty Girl.”

Your coma lasted for about 3 weeks. The doctors kept you in the hospital for observation for another full week before finally letting you go home.

During your recovery, your apartment was practically a revolving door. Just about the entire team came by to check on you and keep you company, with the exception of Spencer. You couldn’t say you were too surprised. However, something about it upset you. Hell, even Hotch and Rossi took the time to stop by and check on you.

Derek and Penelope were probably your most frequent visitors. You were honestly grateful for their visits, and for the help it brought. With your injuries, simple day-to-day tasks were more difficult for you, and Penelope and Derek were more than happy to help you out. Derek took your grocery list and all your other errands while Penelope helped around your apartment. You were even more grateful when they forced you to attend a dinner party at Rossi’s. Penelope was at your apartment, helping you pick out a dress for the event.

“I don’t know, Pen.”

“(Y/N), I’m telling you, purple is your color.”

“Yeah, but I don’t want my dress to match my bruises.”

Penelope just rolled her eyes and tossed the dress on your bed. “Do you really think I’d pick out a dress that didn’t make you look good? Let’s go, you haven’t had a proper shower in a week.”

Penelope helped you get ready for the dinner party before getting ready herself. She helped adjust the strap of your brace when your doorbell buzzed.

“That’ll be Derek,” you said. Penelope answered the door to Derek standing outside, leaning against your doorframe.

“Well, look at these pretty ladies. You ready to go?”

“Yeah, I need to get out of this house,” you said. “I haven’t seen anything but these walls in weeks.”

When you pulled into Rossi’s driveway, you were more than excited to see the team. The team, in turn, was excited to see you. You were smiling and laughing, more and more of your normal self.

When Spencer saw you walk through Rossi’s front door on your crutches, a lump formed in his throat. Ever since seeing you in the hospital, he’d been wracked with guilt. It was the main reason why he hadn’t visited you like everyone else. He tried to avoid you the whole night. Thankfully, you were so happy to be with the others that you didn’t seem to notice. But Blake did.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?” she asked Spencer, handing him a drink.

“What are you talking about?”

“You’re avoiding everyone tonight. Why?” When Spencer stayed silent, Blake followed his line of sight. He was watching you talking with JJ. “Ah. Why don’t you go talk to her?”

“I can’t, Alex. Believe me, I’ve tried. For months. Any time I try and have just a normal goddamn conversation with her, what comes out is sarcastic and cruel. I-I don’t know why it happens.” He ran his hands over his face and groaned.

“You’re in love with her.” Blake wasn’t saying it as a question. Seeing the panic in his eyes, she said, “Don’t worry, it’ll stay with me.”

The heavy sheets of rain outside pounded against the apartment windows. It was the kind of cold rain that seeped into your bones, despite a warm home. It was late, but Spencer was still awake, reading. He couldn’t sleep, which wasn’t unusual for him. He heard a knock on his door. Spencer set his book down on his coffee table before walking to his door. He glanced out the peephole and took a step back in shock. Spencer opened the door to see you standing there, soaked and visibly shivering, in only your pajamas. Your eyes were bloodshot and you were sniffling.

“(L/N)? What are you-”

“I’m sorry. I know you probably don’t want me here and I don’t even know how I ended up here, I just started walking and-”

“Wait, wait, you walked here? In the torrential downpour?” When you nodded, Spencer opened his door wider. “Here, come in. You must be freezing. What happened?”

You stepped through his door and began to ramble, “I don’t know. I woke up from a nightmare and I knew I-I couldn’t stay in my apartment alone so I just started walking and somehow I ended up here and I’m sorry.” Your teeth were chattering as you continued to shiver.

Spencer grabbed a blanket off the back of his couch and draped it around you. “No, no, it’s, um-” Spencer cleared his throat. “Do you want to talk about it? I’ve found that sometimes just saying it out loud helps.”

Once you nodded, Spencer held his hand out and led you over to his couch. You were silent for a few moments, staring out the window at the rain streaming down.

“I was back… there,” you said when you finally started talking. “In the dark. I-I couldn’t see anything but I knew he was there. Then I felt his hands on my throat and-” You cut yourself off, shaking your head. Your whole body was shivering, but Spencer didn’t think it was from the cold anymore.

Spencer moved to put his arm around you but stopped, dropping his arm back to his side. “I know how you feel,” he said. “After Hankle, I couldn’t handle looking at the crime scene photos because I knew what the victims were thinking right… you know… right before.”

“Do they ever stop? The nightmares?”

“I don’t know. Mine haven’t.” When he saw the defeat on your face, he added, “But it does get easier.”

You nodded, still staring out at the pouring rain. You cleared your throat. “Well, uh, I’ll, um, I’ll call a taxi and get out of your hair.”

“You don’t- uh, you can stay, um, if-if you want,” Spencer said.

“Reid, I don’t want to impose-”

“You wouldn’t be!” Spencer assured you. “I could use the company, actually. I’ve been trying to find someone to watch Stardust with me. Penelope says I need to watch more pop culture and I know you’re a fan of Neil Gaiman.” He gave you a soft smile. “Please, (Y/N), stay. I promise, you’re not imposing.”

When he saw your face crack into a small smile, he felt a swarm of butterflies rise in his stomach. “Okay,” you said.

About halfway through the movie, Spencer felt you slump against his shoulder. Before he knew it, you were fast asleep. He was frozen there, not wanting to disturb you. He knew how rough the past few months had been, and it was obvious to everyone you weren’t sleeping. Maybe it was the guilt, maybe it was more, but Spencer felt like it was now his responsibility to take care of you, if you would let him.

The whole team noticed the shift between you and Reid. Where you would previously stay as far from each other as possible, you were now actively seeking each other out. You chose to sit next to each other in the briefing room and on the jet, something you had never done before. On the trips back from cases, you would rest your head on Reid’s shoulder and sleep while he read a book. But, no one said anything about any of it. No one wanted to burst whatever weird bubble was surrounding the BAU team.

That was, until Blake, Derek, and JJ spotted you knocking on Spencer’s motel door one night during a case. The two were sitting up in the lounge going over the case files yet again when they spotted you, in your pajamas, sneaking out of your own room.

After watching you slip into Spencer’s room, JJ said, “You don’t think they’re…”

“Reid and (L/N)? No, there’s no way. They can’t stand each other.”

“Well, they do say there’s a thin line between love and hate,” Alex noted, turning the page in her book.

“I don’t know about you two, but I need to know what’s going on,” Derek said, getting up from the couch.

“I’m coming with you!”

“Guys, I really don’t think that’s a good idea,” Alex warned. “Just talk to them about it in the morning.”

“Do you know something, Alex?” JJ asked.

“Even if I did know something, it wouldn’t be my place to tell you.”

The next morning, you felt eyes on you as you drank your coffee. You looked up from the case file to see Derek staring at you.

“What?”

“Were you going to tell me about you and Reid or…”

“What are you talking about? Me and Reid?”

“(Y/N), come on. You two are practically attached at the hip when just two weeks ago you couldn’t fucking stand each other.”

You shrugged. “We worked out our differences, I don’t know what to tell you.”

“Alright, what about you sneaking off to his room last night?”

Your face paled. “It’s not what it looked like.”

“Care to explain then?”

You sighed, looking around to make sure it was just you and Morgan. “You know I haven’t been sleeping since, well, everything.” Derek nodded. “Well, a few nights ago I ended up at Reid’s apartment in a panic. It was pouring out so he let me just stay and I slept better than I had in years. And, you know, he’s not too bad to hang out with either,” your face flushed with your last statement.

“You’re not too bad to hang out with either.”

You jumped, turning around to see Spencer in the doorway with cups of (good) coffee in his arms.

“Spencer, when did-”

He handed you a frappuccino. “Just now. I take it you weren’t as sneaky as you thought?”

“Shut up,” you whined, nudging him with your arm as you stuck a straw in your drink. Spencer just laughed and took a seat next to you.

“So, you’re just, like, friends now?”

You and Spencer looked at each other, seemingly having a conversation without speaking.

“I mean, I’d say we’re a bit more than just friends,” you admitted, smiling at Spencer. He kissed the top of your head.

“Damn, I owe JJ 10 bucks,” Derek muttered before saying, “But seriously, I’m happy for you two. It’s about time you realized you were perfect for each other.”

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a-world-with0ut-dr34ms · 11 months

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A Table of Contents to all my CoD Men x Reader Fics

My shit was getting disorganized as fuck, so I collected everything I've typed on here and put it into a single post, just to make it easier to find my stuff if you ever choose to. User Accessibility matters!

Note - All of this is 18+ and Mature, but not all of it is Smut

SFW/Fluff // Masterlist

The masterlist to all of the SFW/Fluff One-Shots for Ghost x Reader.

No Good Men Left To Spare // Masterlist

No pair of people hated each other more than you and Ghost. To him, you were just another loud-mouthed, obnoxious, and immature little princess needing to be humbled. To you, he was just a boring, broody asshole hellbent on not liking you. Things between you two couldn't be any worse. After pushing one too many of his buttons tonight, you and Ghost going off to have a quick smoke turns into something else entirely.

Make Me Beg

Ghost had been curious to see if you could be the one to make him beg for a change, in which to both his pleasure and dismay, you oblige.

Greedy

Ghost x Dom!Reader x Soap

Ghost and Soap find themselves crushing on the same woman on their team, a friendly bout between two comrades to see who you'll choose, only your answer's not one they'd expected to hear.

The Lights Stay Off

No Summary :(

NSFW, 18+, Shameless Smut, No Plot, Porn w/out Plot, Sex in the dark, Explicit, Graphic Language, Teasing, Touch-Starved Touching, Embarrassing, First Time Together, Fingering, Sloppy Kisses, Somewhat Rough Sex, slightly Intimate, Ghost is a bit of a dom, Reader's a bit snarky

Ghost Fan Edit

My thirst for this man is endless. I've been thirsty since I was 11 and first laid eyes on him in 2009. He just gets finer each year. I don't think I'd have my mask kink without him.

Now you get to see how rhythmically challenged I am. These are fun to make; once I get better at them I'll be unstoppable (｀∀´)Ψ

I Won't Forget

Short Drabble ~ Your last night with Johnny...

Can You Spot Me?

You decide to reward Soap after finishing a set on the bench press.

NSFW 18+, Explicit, Shameless Smut, Porn w/out Plot, Semi-Public Sex, Gym Sex, Teasing, Fluff, Flirting, Cunnilingus, Blow-Jobs, Cowgirl, P in V, Might be a little tame, but still Graphic Description, no Y/N usage

Greedy (same story as above one in Ghost's section)

Speedracer

Gaz x Reader x Soap

It's not every day Gaz gets to drive fast cars. It's also not every day he gets to race hot strangers on the road either.

SFW, Some swearing, Fluff, Flirting, Banter, Racing, Three-Way flirting, Random, Innocent, Some Car Lingo, Soap and Gaz sharing a single brain cell, Eventual smut in part two, scarcely proofread

Been In Love

After a breakup, Price figures a walk along the beach might make for a good distraction. What he did not expect to find was a strange woman standing off to the shore, who looked as though she were about ready to drown herself at sea.

pt. 0 | pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

Bloodstained Honesty

Wounded, bloody, and just the two of you. A mission gone wrong leads to a long overdue moment between both you and your Captain, perhaps too late to count for anything. Not if either of you two can help it at least.

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Sex Tape ~ Kinktober Prompt

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NSFW (18+), Shameless Smut, Explicit Detail, Groping, Fingering, Nipple-Play, Oral (Female Receiving), AFAB!Reader Long-Distance, Sex Tape, Scarcely Proofread, Kinktober

Some Days

Drabble ~ Price has a tendency to wake up most mornings before you...

SFW, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Light Angst, Innocent, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Mornings, Wife Reader, Soft Price, Price is a little mopey, scarcely proofread

Let Me Play You A Song

During a get-together, you and the Captain decide to sneak off for a spell. The intentions were mostly pure. At the start...

Captain Price Fan Edit

My first time making a video like this EVER (ʃᵕ̩̩ ᵕ̩̩). It came out more like a trailer than an edit, but I had so much fun making this. I really hope you like it! *totally not nervous* (　◜◡‾)

Captain Price Fan Edit 2

Control Masterlist

Slow Burn, Love Triangle, Angst, Romance, Drama

You’ve been with Shadow Company long enough to know working alongside 141 on their search for the stolen American missiles wouldn’t be an ordinary assignment. And most importantly, you knew Graves. Shadow Company keeps its allies close, and its enemies closer. When you’re given a job, it gets done without conflict. Without loose ends.

Your true mission is clear to you -- keep an eye on 141 and keep them comfortable. Anything it takes to alleviate suspicion of Shadow Company’s involvement with the missing missiles. This wasn’t about saving lives, this was a deadly game of control, and you intend to do so flawlessly.

Phillip Graves Character Trailer

Deepthroating ~ Kinktober Prompt

Drabble - You decide to pay your commander a little visit during one of his later nights in the office...

Welp, that's that. Thanks ( .-.)

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twstgarden · 9 months

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❀ ❝ 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗰𝗲 ❞

━ malleus draconia x fae! gn! reader ━ part 2 of so close yet so far. unable to find the strength to let the prince know of your true feelings, you decided to pen down your thoughts every night. unfortunately, you failed to safeguard those letters properly, which caused the prince to receive those letters and reply back to you with a surprise announcement.

may include a few spoilers for chapter 7! f/n stands for first name.

do not steal or translate without my permission.

‘to his royal highness prince malleus draconia,

this is another of the unsent letters that i’ll write to you. we have known one another for a century or so, and i have always thought this job of mine would be mediocre, but i often find myself waking up in the morning filled with motivation to guard you properly and to be around you.

though inexperienced, i am no fool for i immediately knew i held romantic feelings for you. however, i do not have the intention to make you aware of it. you’re a prince and i’m your guard, that’s all we’re destined to be.

it is enough for me to stand by your side in regard to your safety. it is enough for me to see you sit in the lounge with the rest as you sip on your drink and zone out from time to time. it is enough for me to be around you.

with how sappy and emotional this letter sounds, i am, quite frankly, relieved that i do not need to send this letter to you.

forever yours, f/n l/n’

you sighed to yourself as you placed the pen down and folded the paper, tossing it into the treasure chest box by your study table along with the other unsent letters you wrote for the prince. your working hours were done a few hours ago, so you found yourself seated alone in your room as you stared at the disorganized stack of folded letters in the treasure chest.

after a while, you stood up and stretched your limbs before crashing onto your bed to get a good night’s sleep and forget about your worries for a moment.

another day to persevere and hold back your feelings for the young master.

you were currently in the courtyard with the young master and the other two retainers. it was minutes after class dismissals and malleus wanted to sit in the courtyard for a while, possibly to relax. it was quiet, at least for you since you were zoning out. silver and malleus were both talking about the black coffee they drank this morning before class and sebek, once again, seemed rather upset at not being able to spend some quality time drinking the same drink as malleus due to his dislike towards the beverage.

at some point in their conversation, malleus told the two of them to go ahead and train since the courtyard did not have a lot of people around, leaving you and malleus to sit together on the bench. despite the blank expression on your face, your heart was beating really fast at the slightly close proximity.

well, you need to calm down because he’s only sitting.

your eyes stayed on silver and sebek as you observed their combat moves, unaware that you were already evaluating their performance and felt proud at how they’ve improved over the years. after their combat training, sebek looked at you with a rather proud smile and even the usually reserved silver was smiling at you too.

“lieutenant! i did better than silver, right?! have you seen how i blocked his last attack?!” exclaimed sebek in excitement as you smiled at them. you hummed with a nod as you responded back, “mhm, you two did great. you’ve improved a lot! keep at it, you two.” silver thanked you politely as you continued conversing with the three about their swordsmanship and combat skills.

with your attention focused on your juniors, you failed to notice the way his sharp eyes stayed on you for a long while. though his expression was blank, it was evident that he is impressed with your skills as he always has been and will continue to hold you in high regard.

later on, you got back to your dorm room as it was already late at night. you sat by the window as you stared out at the dark backyard of diasomnia in silence, spacing out and falling into your daydreams with a small smile on your face.

however, your little delusional moment was interrupted by a bird flying right into your window and settling on the windowsill with an envelope in its beak. you raised a brow in confusion as you noticed the words ‘to l/n’, “for me…? thanks.”

you grabbed the letter from the bird as it flew away from your window, leaving you alone with the letter and opened it to read the contents with an intrigued and confused expression because who sends letters at 2 in the morning? especially to you of all people?

‘to my dearest,

this letter may arrive to you in the dead hours of the night and you may find yourself wondering who or why this was sent to you. i have received one of your “unsent”, as you claimed, letters. perhaps it ended up on my desk by accident, but i recognized your handwriting immediately.

to know that you’ve held such deep feelings for me leaves me astounded. it is a surprise, but a wonderful one.

you may remember the conversation a few days ago in the lounge about lilia announcing my grandmother’s wish to aid me in my search for a spouse. i have no need for the aid as i had already found the person i wish to marry and i, as well as my grandmother, have spoken to your family yesterday to request your hand.

you say we are destined to only be the prince and the guard, but perhaps a proposal from me will make you change your mind about this ‘destiny’ that you speak of.

meet me in the dorm garden 30 minutes after the bird sent you this letter.

i shall see you then.

eternally yours, m.d.’

you blinked your eyes several times as thoughts started running through your mind. ‘m.d.? m.d.??? as in malleus draconia? as in my master? his royal highness? the man i’ve been crushing on?’

“holy fuck,” you mumbled in surprise as you stared at the letter. he claimed to have already spoken to your family yesterday, so it seemed your father was made aware of the young master’s interest in having you as his spouse. your mind started to drift back to that night when you heard the announcement from lilia, and thought that there was something you might have missed that made you not realize it was you all along.

"so, i've heard queen maleficia wishes to help you find your significant other, malleus... what do you think of it?" asked lilia, which broke you out of your trance, suddenly interested in the conversation but remained silent, as usual.

"hmm..."

a hum escaped malleus' lips, setting down his teacup on its saucer as his sharp green eyes stared at his beverage in deep thought. your eyes were glued on his figure, taking in his features as you awaited for him to share his response. he had always looked strikingly beautiful, malleus was one attractive man and you would never deny that.

you loved everything about him - those striking green eyes of his, his beautiful horns, the adorable child-like smile he would display every time he was happy, his commanding presence, his voice, his powerful skills and abilities, and so on.

there was something about this man that you promise to serve with your whole life, so it was not a surprise that you had fallen for him over the course of your time together.

you snapped out of your thoughts as soon as malleus cleared his throat, preparing to share his response with a smile, "that's fine... i already have someone in mind..."

ah...

stupid.

delusional.

you were stupid enough, delusional even, to think that the feelings you hold for the man you're serving will be reciprocated.

what a joke.

despite the smiles on lilia, silver, and sebek's faces, you remained indifferent as you felt your heart slightly crack. you didn't want to ruin the happy atmosphere as much as you wanted to sigh out in despair and run up to your room, you didn't want them to suddenly be concerned if you decided to storm out.

so you sat there silently, tuning out the conversation as you were no longer interested to listen to something that you knew will hurt your feelings even more.

with such thoughts in mind, you failed to notice the way malleus was staring at you. he had his eyes on you for a while now after the announcement, but frowned a little as he noticed your silence. lilia, silver, and sebek looked at you as well, noticing that indifferent expression as you cast your gaze on the coffee table before you. lilia then glanced at malleus as he asked in a soft tone, “do they know?” the latter shook his head in response, making it clear that you were not aware of any of this and it may seem that you’re plunging your mind with negative thoughts.

“f/n?”

silver called out to you softly, but you didn’t respond. maybe to you, you believe none of the four would ever address you by your name in such a familiar way, but little do you know about the several missed calls of your name and not your title due to your spacing-out habits. sebek continued to look at you as he called out this time, “mx. f/n?”

a soft sigh left lilia’s lips as he mumbled, “they’re spacing out again…” he continued to stare at you for a bit before calling out to you a little louder than those two did, “lieutenant?” you snapped out of your trance as soon as you heard lilia's voice calling out to you, addressing you in your official title and not your name.

because you were spacing out.

"yes...?"

you replied softly, finding no energy to speak after feeling so downhearted. you noticed the hint of concern in your comrades' eyes whilst your future king looked over at you with curiosity as lilia spoke, "you haven't said a word ever since we started sitting on the lounge. is there something on your mind? we've been calling out to you for a while now, but you didn't respond."

"oh... um..."

you couldn't think of a proper excuse as silver asked, "are you tired, lieutenant? you can retire for the night..." you hummed in response as you shook your head, "i'm not tired yet. my apologies for being in a trance and spacing out."

"hmm... well, that's fine since you're with us, but you must remain vigilant when on guard duty. it is troubling to think that you might not be paying attention to malleus or your own safety if you're in a daze," reprimanded lilia as he leaned back on the chair. he may have already been retired, but he was still your mentor, he taught you all the sword-fighting skills that you practice today as well as combat tips that are useful in the field.

you meekly nodded as you mumbled, "yes, sir. my deepest apologies."

you went silent once again as the conversation between them continued, but malleus was also silent. his gaze stayed on you as he thought to himself, ‘i wonder what keeps their mind busy… i shall inform them of my interest soon, then…’

and so, you found yourself in the garden of your dormitory as you found the tall man standing by the bushes, eyeing the dark scenery as he waited for your presence. once you arrived, you gave him a polite bow as you spoke softly, “my apologies for making you wait, young master.”

malleus turned to look at you and shook his head in a dismissive manner, replying back to you in that attractive voice of his, “no need for an apology. i simply came earlier than needed. i assume you have received my letter, then?”

there was a small smile on his face as his expression seemed more lighthearted and softer than usual. you couldn’t help but nod in response as you tried to keep your blank expression on, “yes, sir…”

“perfect… and just call me by my name. there is no need for formalities between us, f/n.”

oh my, he addressed you by your name this time. you nodded your head once again as you spoke calmly, “as you wish, malleus.” you then continued to converse with him for a while until he turned his head to look at you with a smile. his smile looked beautiful as it always was and you find yourself smiling back at him.

the prince then handed you a rose, speaking in a tender tone as his eyes stayed fixated on you.

“i would be happy to have you as my spouse if you’d let me.”

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joelmillersdumbslut · 9 months

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I took your matches before fire could catch me (part three) (joel miller x f!reader) 18+

summary: After making a "friends with benefits" deal with Joel Miller, you find yourself getting closer to him. Maybe too close. (no outbreak. no use of y/n)

rating: 18+ explicit (minors do NOT interact)

warnings (for this chapter): age gap (reader is in late 20's, joel is mid 50's), dirty talk, pet names, masturbation, sexting, fingering, unprotected p in v sex, oral sex (f! and m! receiving), daddy kink, hand kink, creampie, mentions of alcohol (no consumption), sarah makes a guest appearance, some fluff

word count: 3.6k

a/n: thank you so much for all the love on my first fic series, it truly means the world to me. i hope you enjoy this chapter as much as i do! ♡

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You delete Lily as soon as you get home that morning. You figure you don’t have much of a use for it anymore. Plus, Joel was the only guy you had swiped on anyway.

The app asks if you found love as a reason for deleting your account. You decline to answer.

Joel had given you his number and you end up sexting each other for the next week. Your hands and vibrator work overtime as you fantasize over the texts he sends you.

Gonna bend you over the kitchen counter.

Gonna slide my cock into that tight pussy.

You like it when daddy fills you up, don’t you?

The anticipation of your next meetup is killing you. You wait for Joel to make the next move. And he does on Saturday morning.

Sarah’s at a friend’s house.

Well, it was more of a statement than an invitation. But, you ran with it anyway. You talk your way out of a speeding ticket on the way there. Surprisingly, the excuse that your grandmother is in the hospital works better than “My fuck buddy is waiting on me.” You park across the street again, Joel had said he didn’t want the neighbors to notice an unusual car stationed in front of the house. You think it’s overkill, but you obey like the good girl you are.

Today, you don’t have to knock to announce your arrival. Joel is already waiting on the porch, guitar in hand. He’s strumming chords to a song you don’t know. As you approach the steps, you watch his long fingers move between strings, slide between frets. You hate to admit it, but it’s turning you on already.

“What are you doing?” you greet him, leaning against the railing.

“What’s it look like?” he gruffs back at you.

“Are you planning to serenade me? I think that’s the sexiest kind of foreplay.”

“Did you come over just to be a smart-ass?”

“I was hoping maybe you’d fuck it out of me.”

He’s trying not to smile.

—

“We should be able to communicate with each other, right?” you ask Joel, flinging your bra across the room.

He makes a face as your dress and underwear are soon scattered around his already disorganized bedroom floor, but his annoyance disappears once he sees you naked.

“Sure,” he grunts, pulling off his own boxers, motioning for you to get on the bed.

You plop down on the mattress, the box spring squeaking against your movement.

“Good. Because I need to ask you something,” you say, sheepishly fiddling with a strand of your hair.

Joel raises his eyebrows. You take that as encouragement to continue.

“Can you like… Make me cum more than once?” you try to draw out your request as humorous and lighthearted, but your inflection is desperate. Horny. Unsatisfied.

Joel frowns, crawling onto the bed. He says nothing at first as he lays between your legs. His finger traces circles on the inside of your thigh.

“I just—I need more of you. One isn’t enough,” you mumble. Your stomach churns, wondering if maybe you shouldn’t have said anything at all.

“You gotta be a good girl.”

You’re not happy with his answer.

“I am a good girl. We talked about this, Joel. I’m tired of this ‘good girl’ shit.”

Silence.

Just as you are about to tell him to forget it, that you take it all back and you’ll accept whatever number of orgasms he gives you, even if it’s nothing at all, he begins to eat your pussy. You notice again that it’s different from your first encounter at the bar. He starts out slow, his tongue rolling across your clit. He creates delicate stripes up and down your slit, but not before nudging his tongue inside your entrance. You can feel an inferno burning inside your stomach already and you restrain yourself from moaning, but Joel peers up from between your legs. His gaze is soft. And sweet. You can’t stop staring into his eyes.

“Wanna hear you,” he murmurs, his tongue rippling against your body even faster.

You let yourself go, shaking and flailing against his touch. You expect to switch positions, for Joel to be the one being pleased now, but he keeps going down on you. A rather unexpected welcome to your current dynamic. You close your eyes, focusing on the pleasure radiating throughout your body.

After your fourth orgasm, you fall asleep in Joel’s bed. You’re too sleepy to notice that he wrapped you up in a blanket and brushed the hair out of your face.

—

You’re disoriented when you wake up. Your eyes grow accustomed again to Joel’s bedroom, mid-afternoon light pouring in through the window. There’s noises downstairs and you wonder if he’s cooking for you again. The desire to keep sleeping fills you, but then you remember.

Joel didn’t cum at all.

You leap out of bed, gathering up your clothes and putting them on as you head downstairs. Once you get to the kitchen, you spot Joel setting pizza boxes down on the kitchen island. No one else is around. His daughter must not be home yet.

“I’m sorry,” you exclaim, hurriedly approaching him. You begin to undo his belt buckle. To your surprise, he’s already hard.

“Sorry for what?” he asks, amusement radiating across his face. He wants you to say it. He wants you to acknowledge what he did.

“You made me cum four times and you didn’t get to cum at all,” you whisper, turning around to bend yourself over the counter. “Come on, it’s your turn.”

Joel chuckles as he lifts up the hem of your sundress, pulling your panties to the side.

“You really are a good girl,” he purrs. The tip of his cock teases your entrance. “Already wet for me and you just woke up?”

You breathe deeply as he slides in. It hurts a little, but you quickly get used to the feeling of him stretching you. He starts pumping slowly and you rub your clit with one hand while keeping yourself upright against the counter with the other. Your body quivers as you feel the pressure building within your lower abdomen. You’re insatiable and Joel’s dick has you begging for more.

“Babygirl, why are you so tight?” he murmurs, thrusting faster now. “You gonna cum again? Four times ain’t enough?”

“If you keep hitting that spot right there, you’re gonna make it five times,” you whine, trying to maintain your balance against the kitchen counter.

“What, this spot right here?” you can hear Joel smile as he repositions himself, hitting that spongy area deep inside you. Your fingers move faster against your clit.

“Fuck, Joel, I’m gonna—”

“What’s my name, babygirl?” he grunts back at you, “Call me by my name.”

Your heart skips a beat when you realize what he’s asking for. Your pussy throbs with each thrust and you find yourself whimpering, “I’m cumming, daddy.”

Joel fucks you through your orgasm, his hand rubbing your shoulder blade as you shake and shiver from his touch.

“I’m close,” he whispers, his cock drilling into you, “Where you want it?”

“My back,” you sputter between breaths as he hoists your dress higher, exposing your lower back to him. You instantly feel the liquid hit your skin, hot and viscous. The two of you breathe laboriously, and you hear Joel buckle his pants again.

“Babygirl, I—” he begins, but the two of you freeze as the sound of the front door opening rings through your ears.

“Shit,” he exclaims, yanking your dress back down to cover your ass. “Fuck, it got on your dress again.”

“Again? Joel, you’re gonna owe me a brand-new wardrobe after this,” you hiss, looking around fearfully for a place to hide. You start to wonder if there’s enough room for you behind the refrigerator when the sound of footsteps becomes louder.

“Take this,” Joel says, ripping off his button-down shirt and tossing it to you. You finish slipping it on over your newly stained dress and Joel smooths out the wrinkles of his t-shirt right as his daughter strolls into the kitchen.

“Dad, you’ll never guess who’s comin’ to Austin on tour!” Sarah pauses, registering your presence next to his. She glances between the two of you, then expectantly looks at her father for an explanation.

“Sarah, this is…” he looks to you, his eyes screaming for help.

“I’m his friend!” you push Joel out of the way, holding out your hand to shake Sarah’s. “I’ve heard so much about you, so nice to meet you. Who’s gonna be in Austin?”

Sarah notices your determined ambition to change the subject and she accepts it, still eyeing you a little suspiciously. “Taylor Swift,” she answers.

“No way! I’m a Swiftie too. Her ‘Reputation’ album is—” you hold your fingers up to your lips and kiss them. “Chef’s kiss. Just amazing.”

You glance at Joel, who’s now pulling plates out of the cabinet. You wonder how he could possibly be acting so calm at a time like this, when your cover has practically been blown, when rule number one has been torn to shreds.

A slow grin appears on Sarah’s face, “Hey, Dad, maybe you can take us?”

“Yeah, you and your friends will have a great time, Taylor puts on a great show,” you ramble, making small steps toward the hallway. You need to escape. Like now.

“No, I mean, the three of us,” Sarah smirks. “She can come with us, right, Dad?”

“Oh, I don’t want to impose–” you start, but Joel cuts you off.

“‘Course she can. I’ll look at tickets tomorrow.”

“Cool,” Sarah beams, turning back to you. “You’re stayin’ for dinner, right? Dad, can she stay?”

Joel’s composure doesn’t crack a bit. “You’re stayin’, right?”

You smile nervously, eyes darting back and forth between the father and daughter. “Sure, I love pizza.”

Joel places his hand on the small of your back and you squirm as the drying cum sticks to your skin. He lets out a low laugh, clearly knowing what he’s doing to you.

“I thought we were ‘friends,’” you mumble.

“Sarah ain’t stupid. Just play along, will ya?” he whispers back.

You nod slowly, picking up a plate off the counter and plopping a slice of pizza onto it. All you can think about is how you want to run to your car and never come back. How Sarah doesn’t recognize you is beyond you. You think it must be impossible that Sarah didn’t hear about the girl Uncle Tommy slept with. Your anxiety is conjuring up images of Tommy describing you in detail to the whole family, demanding they stay away from a harlot such as yourself.

But, by some miracle, Sarah doesn’t say a single word to you about that. Instead, she interrogates you about Joel.

“So, how’d you two meet?”

You stare at Joel. His mouth is conveniently full, so he gestures for you to answer.

“Um. A dating app,” you respond, picking pepperoni off the slice on your plate. You gingerly take a bite and chew thoroughly before swallowing. You wonder if you could fake an illness or injury, find a way to get out the door faster.

Sarah smiles insidiously, “So, you’re not just friends then… What did y’all do on your first date?”

“We, uh. We met at the bar,” you squawk, feeling feverish as you recall the events that transpired in that dirty bar bathroom.

“Played pool. Sang some karaoke. Didn’t we, sweetheart?” Joel’s lie is masked by a dark smile. He squeezes your arm, his gigantic fingers wrapping around your wrist. All you can think about is his touch, and you wonder if you’re going to pass out on the kitchen floor.

“You got my dad to sing karaoke?” Sarah narrows her eyes as if she’s caught you again in your elaborate lie, “What song was it?”

“Pearl Jam,” Joel answers for you. “She really likes ‘em.”

“Yeah,” you stutter, totally not knowing what the hell a Pearl Jam is, “Great songs for karaoke. Especially… Ah, you know, that one Joel really likes. He, uh, even played it for me on his guitar.”

You feel sweat clinging to your hairline. You’re not a good liar. You can feel the lightning in the clouds preparing to strike you down right here in Joel’s kitchen.

“Dad played you a song on his guitar?” she scoffs, nibbling on the crust of her pizza. “He doesn’t even do that for me. He must really like you.” She punctuates her sentence with an eyebrow waggle.

Your face burns red and you stare down at your plate. Remembering those words Joel had said to you only a week ago.

I don’t like you.

You’re about to excuse yourself, ready to grab your purse and run out the door, when Joel places his arm around your waist.

“Sure do,” he murmurs.

—

After dinner, Joel offers to walk you to your car. You wrap yourself in his shirt even tighter as you stand outside the door of your vehicle, Joel’s hands in his pockets.

“Do you actually like me?” you blurt out, then cover your mouth with your hand. Why the fuck did you say that?

Joel pulls your hand away. He holds it in his, staring at your fingers before he looks at you and speaks.

“Look. I realized I was wrong. What happened with you and my brother…” he shrugs. “Not entirely your fault. You were a kid. Guess you still kinda are.”

Relief washes over you. But, you realize he still hasn’t answered your question yet. And you realize you may never know. And for some reason, that fills you with dread. You wobble back and forth on the balls of your feet, your hand reaching for your car’s door handle.

“You know,” Joel says suddenly, “Sarah’s watchin’ us from the window.”

“She is?” you ask, trying to peer past him.

“Gotta make this look real,” he chuckles.

Then he’s leaning in to kiss you. You can’t help but hold onto him for dear life as his lips crash into yours. A moan bubbles up from within your chest, Joel wrapping you up in his arms. The space between you diminishing by the second. Your fingers dig into the fabric of his t-shirt as he pulls away and you quietly pray for more. Then he kisses your forehead in finality.

“You’re cute, babygirl.”

The line between truth and fiction is quickly becoming a blur for you.

—

It’s not until you’re blowing Joel in your living room that you realize you’re developing feelings for him.

It crops up suddenly when you’re on your knees, with him sitting on the couch. His eyes are closed while you take him in your mouth, your head bobbing up and down along his length. He’s absentmindedly playing with your hair as your tongue flicks against his skin. You’re content in this moment. You think about how you’re going to order takeout after you’re done fucking, probably Chinese food again. You think about how you’re going to curl up in bed together before round two, talk about your respective days at work, how Sarah’s doing in school. You think about how you’re secretly hoping that he kisses you on your lips. A real kiss, like he gave you when you were lying together in his bed. Or like the one he gave you when Sarah was watching you in the driveway. And maybe he’ll kiss you for real again. And again. And again.

Actually. Maybe you had these feelings all along.

And when Joel cums in your mouth as he groans, “Babygirl,” you realize you’ve broken his no attachments rule.

What are you gonna do about it?

—

I need you.

Erase. You sound pathetic and pitiful. It worked one time, but would it work again? You sound and feel desperate. But, you are.

Can you come over? Bad day at work.

The truth. You missed some deadlines, got yelled at by your boss, spilled coffee all over your paperwork. But, does Joel need to know you want him to come running to you every time something goes wrong? Isn’t that a little too domestic for your situationship?

You groan and fling your phone onto your bed. You hold your head in your hands. You wish it could be simpler. You wish the past could stay in the past, but you know it’s going to come back to rear its ugly head.

And it’s all your fault.

Your phone vibrates and you retrieve it from the mountain of pillows on your bed. It’s Joel.

Hey, babygirl.

Haven’t heard from you.

You okay?

It’s only been a day since you last texted him. And he’s worried? Maybe you’re projecting. He probably just wants to fuck.

No.

You don’t know what else to say. You wonder if he’ll leave you be to wallow. You wonder if he’s sitting there, contemplating a response. You wonder if you’re even worthy of receiving one. But, he texts back immediately.

On my way.

How can you not be in love with Joel?

—

Joel arrives with a paper bag in his hands. He sets it down on the counter. It’s late at night and you’re already wearing your pajamas. He doesn’t seem to mind, especially since he can tell you’re not wearing a bra.

The two of you stand in the kitchen, looking around aimlessly.

Finally, you break the awkward silence.

“What’d ya bring me?” you ask, taking a peek inside the bag.

“Just a little somethin’,” Joel responds, and you swear you could see his smile underneath the glow of the kitchen light.

You pull out a blue bottle, marveling at the label. It’s your favorite wine. He remembered. How did he remember? Why did he remember?

“You didn’t have to do that,” you blush, and he takes your hand in his.

“Come on, babygirl. Let daddy make you feel better.”

—

Joel is looming over you. He just peeled off your shirt and he’s now playing with the drawstring of your shorts. Taking his sweet time. Making you ravenous and wet beneath him. He leaves kisses on your collarbones, his saliva sticking to your skin. In your apartment, you can be as loud and unabashed as you want. And you are.

“Whaddya say we get these off you?” Joel smirks, helping you shimmy out of your pajama shorts. He toys with the waistband of your underwear, you squirm underneath him. You want him. So badly.

“What’s wrong, babygirl?” He lowers himself down to the bed, kissing your thighs.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you sigh, maybe a little too contentedly, “I just… I just want you.”

“Where do you want me?” he asks, his lips brushing up against your clothed pussy.

You inhale. Sharply. “Right. There,” you whine.

“How many times you think I can make you cum tonight?” his words reverberate against you, his fingers rubbing you from the outside of the fabric.

Your breath hitches, it takes everything in you not to tear off your underwear yourself. But, you've learned with Joel that you have to be patient. That you have to be a good girl. And you will be rewarded.

“At least three,” you mumble.

“Then, we’ll make it three,” he agrees.

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Joel pushes into you with ease. He breathes deeply, cracking a grin.

“Don’t think I could ever get tired of this pussy,” he pumps in and out of you. Slowly at first. But, your moans inspire him to speed up.

Your arms drape around his frame, you dig your fingernails into his back, sure to leave marks in the morning. He doesn’t care. He’ll wear them with pride.

You move one of your hands down to your clit, massaging the bundle of nerves as fast as you can. The stimulation is almost overpowering. Your eyes are closed, your body clenching down on his.

“This number three, sweetheart?” Joel’s lips graze your earlobe. You can tell he’s getting close too, his voice shaky, his movements sloppy. “Let it all out, cum all over me.”

And you do as you’re told, your cum soaking his cock even more.

“Where you want me, babygirl?” He pounds into you harder, faster.

“Inside,” you whimper underneath him.

And he cums without hesitation. His cock pulses and twitches inside you. His seed overflowing between your legs.

You lay there. Joel on top of you. He stares into your eyes, his hand caressing your cheek.

You have to do it.

You have to say what’s been on your mind for the past week.

“Joel, I love you.”

The words hang in the air. Swaying back and forth between you two like a pendulum. The world stops turning, if just for a moment. You wait for him to say something. Anything. Your bottom lip quivers. His eye twitches. He opens his mouth.

And just as quickly as it had stopped, the world is back to spinning. And it’s spinning so fucking fast. Everything’s out of control. Joel sits up. He’s out of bed. He’s snatching up his clothes from the floor. He’s bolting out of your room. The apartment door slams.

You’re all alone.

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