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Hiii :) I saw your requests tips and saw that you didn't write for dub/non con and I don't know if this count as one so just feel free to not respond!

So reader is in a relationship with the Marauders and is starting to randomly think about a past SA and realise this was SA only now bc her brain has been blocking the memory and information. She tells the boys (and maybe Barty idk) about it after sometime of overthinking it and self blaming so it's just like super fluff at the end <3

(it's my personal experience but if you don't feel comfortable writing about it just feel free to ignore it :). Sorry for the bad orthograph english isn't my first language 🫶🏻)

first of all - your English is fucking fantastic (and you know more words than I do - I had to look up what an orthograph was) secondly, I turned this into more of a conversation between reader and her ship. and for plot purposes this became poly!wolfstar - hope that's okay!

poly!wolfstar x fem!reader who opens up about past SA

CW: discusses themes of sexual consent, inebriation, and SA. Describes past SA and abusive relationships. Describes drunkeness, alcohol, and drinking. viewer discretion is advised.

You could tell it was taking Sirius a lot of effort to appear to be too fussed over Lily, James, and Regulus at the end of the party, but he pretended to gag every time anything even remotely romantic or sexual was brought up about his brother.

“What do you think happens when they go home, Pads?” Remus muttered quietly, causing Sirius to slap his hands against his ears.

“Would you shut up, Moons? I am not interested in hearing about my brother’s sexual habits, thank you.”

Unfortunately for Sirius, Lily didn’t get the memo. 

“Are we le-leaving!?” She shrieked through a hiccup as James held most of her weight up against his side and Regulus gathered her purse and shoes she’d since lost.

“Yes sweets; we’re gonna get you to bed.” James said quietly.

A salacious smirk took over Lily’s face as she tried (and failed) to grab James by the chin. “To bed, hm?”

Regulus snorted, though no one missed the blush that dusted his cheeks. “To sleep, Lils.”

Lily groaned dramatically and seemed to go ‘no bones’ in James' grip as he grunted and tried to keep her from hitting the ground. “Why not.”

“Because you smell like you bathed in a bottle of schnapps, sweetheart.” James placated.

“So?” Lily grumbled though acquiesced to helping James keep her up right. “We can even do that thing you like.” She tried to sing sensually, but her efforts were in vain as every other word came out slurred. 

Sirius grumbled causing James to blush. 

“Not tonight, angel. We’ll cuddle, okay?”

Lily scoffed and turned her sights onto Regulus. “You agree with me, right? Right Reggie? You agree- you agree with me?”

“Almost always.” Regulus agreed quickly, offering Lily his arm as to share her weight with James. “Just not tonight, my love.”

“You guys are no fun.” Lily whined as she allowed her two boyfriends to usher her out of Remus and Sirius’ shared flat.

Unfortunately for Sirius, no one missed Regulus leaning into Lily’s hair and promising that “they’d have lots of fun tomorrow to make up for it.”

“I hate them all.” Sirius grumbled with no real malice as he stood and made his way over to you before offering you both of his hands. “What do you say, dollface? Ready for bed too?”

Remus answered ‘yes’ as you accepted Sirius’ help up which sparked a debate between the two of them whether or not Remus could be considered ‘dollface’ to which you secretly agreed that yes he could but ultimately refused to participate in such nonsense.

You got ready for bed in a haze as you replayed Regulus, James, and Lily’s conversation in your head. You weren’t sure what exactly you were so stuck on, but something about the exchange caused something deep within your gut to churn unpleasantly. 

“You feeling alright, dovey?” Remus asked gently, pressing a kiss to your hairline as you reentered their bedroom after washing your face, carrying your toiletries with you so as not to hog the bathroom.

Sirius (and Remus) had been begging you to spend your nights here with them nearly since the very beginning of your relationship, but you argued that you did not want to pay rent for a flat you never saw. 

He then started nagging you to give up the lease on your flat and just “sodding move in with them already”, but it still felt a little too fresh for that.

So, you spent most nights (but not all) at their flat; living out of duffle bags and toiletry bags.

You hummed in confirmation to Remus’ question, moving towards the mirror above Sirius’ dresser to finish your skincare routine as Remus took his turn with the washroom.

“You sure, sweetness? You’ve been awfully quiet tonight; did you have fun?” Sirius continued as he went digging through what you knew to be Remus’ drawers searching for Sirius’ favourite shirt which was really Remus’ shirt but no one bothered to argue with the black-haired boy…anymore.

“I had fun.” You agreed, massaging product into your face.

“Uh huh.” Sirius commented, not sounding at all convinced as he came up behind you and hooked his chin over your shoulder; watching as you completed your nightly routine through the mirror. “You had so much fun and that’s why you look like Moony when he can’t figure out one of those crosswords in the Daily Prophet?”

You chuckled softly, but something in your lack of enthusiasm (or your lack of disdain) for his joke seemed to tip him off. 

“What’s going on in here, hm?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to your temple. 

“I just…” You started, sighing as you made yourself busy by tidying up your belongings and refusing to make eye contact with him. “I’ve just been thinking about Reg, James, and Lily’s conversation.”

That caused a dramatic groan to rip through Sirius’ chest as he leaned his forehead against your shoulder.

“What now?” Remus asked jokingly as he returned from the washroom. 

“She’s thinking about Regulus, James, and Lily in bed.” Sirius accused; voice muffled in the fabric of your sleepwear. 

You scoffed defensively, claiming you were “absolutely not” at the same time Remus commented “aren’t we all” which started a very loud bickering match between your two boyfriends. 

The arguing only ceased when Remus “swore on his mother’s life” that Sirius was “by far the superior Black brother.” 

Placated, Sirius turned his sights back to you as you sat on the edge of the bed. “So, what were you really thinking about their conversation?”

Remus, having walked in with only enough time to rile Sirius up, popped his head up at that. “Everything alright, dove?”

You sighed as you turned to face them. “I was just confused, I guess.” You admitted. “I think…Lily was hoping to have sex tonight?”

Sirius groaned again which earned him a swat from Remus who seemed to pick up on some of the tension radiating through your body.

“Yes…I’d agree.” Remus responded carefully.

“And Reg and James said no?”

Sirius’ head tilted at that as he considered you with furrowed brows. “Well, of course, doll. She was drunk.” He said simply, as if that explained it all. 

“So…they wouldn’t have sex with her because she was drunk?” You clarified.

The boys shared a glance with one another before they each took a seat on the bed, prompting you to turn your body so you were all facing each other.

“So, all parties have to be able to consent, right?” Remus started. 

You nodded quickly at that. 

“But when one party is inebriated or under the influence, they can’t consent.” Sirius continued.

You felt your eyebrows twitch as you looked down at the pattern on your bed spread. “Even though she was asking?”

“She wasn’t in her right mind, dove.” Remus explained gently; eyes full of compassion and, perhaps, some sadness. “She may have woken up tomorrow and not remembered anything, or perhaps worse, regretted something. It’s Regulus and James’ jobs to keep her safe, just like I’m sure she keeps them safe when the roles are reversed.”

And now you could understand why their conversation seemed to catch you so off guard. 

“You’re so pretty like this; drunk and all mine.”

“Have a few more; we always have more fun when you let loose.”

“But…I’m really tired.” “All you’ve got to do is lay there - I’ll do all the work.”

“You don’t remember last night? That’s too bad; I won’t be forgetting that any time soon.”

“You’re such a good little whore for me when you’ve had a few too many.” 

You hadn’t realised you had zoned out of the conversation until Sirius was leaning into your field of vision. “You okay, sweets?”

“Yeah.” You said breathlessly before clearing your throat. “No, sorry. I’m fine.”

“Why were you asking?” Remus queried; tone hardening slightly, alerting you to the fact that he smelled trouble. 

“I was just wondering.” You fibbed.

“You know we would do the same, right?” Sirius asked earnestly. “That we have done the same for you.”

“You have?”

“Yes, my love.” Remus whispered. “Always.”

You nodded and looked back down at the bedspread. “Okay.”

“Y/N.” Sirius called with a certain level of severity; though you detected no anger or frustration in his tone. “Why were you asking?” He repeated Remus’ earlier question after your gaze met his imploring silver eyes. 

You quickly looked down at your hands as you began picking at the hangnails around your fingers. “I was just confused; that has not always been my experience.” You admitted quietly; shame coursing through your body as you digested this new information.

The room was quiet for a moment as Remus shuffled scrupulously closer to you. “No?” He whispered; voice intoned with a level of gentleness you weren’t accustomed to hearing. 

You began to feel all sorts of discomfort at the heavy attention being focused on you in the room. “It was usually quite the opposite.” You joked; voice rising to a higher octave in an attempt to make light of the situation as you pulled back the covers and made to retreat to the relative safety of the boys’ bed. 

“Whoa, whoa. What does that mean?” Sirius implored, earning him a gentle warning “Pads” from Remus.

“I’m sorry.” You placated, still uncomfortable with this heavy atmosphere you seem to have blanketed over what had been a really nice evening. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”

“No, I-” Sirius began, cutting himself off and taking a breath you could tell was an attempt to calm himself down. He shuffled closer to you and wrapped his hand around one of your ankles through the blanket as he rubbed soothing circles against it. “You can always talk about anything with us; it’s important that we talk about these things, yeah?”

“Only if you’re comfortable, of course.” Remus mollified. “But I do agree with Sirius; if you’re comfortable, I think it’s good for us to talk about these things.” 

“It was just my last relationship.” You admitted finally. “He didn’t…agree - with the consent thing, that is.”

Remus’ lips pursed as Sirius’ jaw tightened. 

“He’d sleep with you when you were drunk?” Remus asked cautiously. 

“Yeah.” You agreed half-heartedly, picking at your nail beds. “Or encourage me to drink more so…”

Remus let out a sigh and you could tell Sirius was fighting back the urge to grumble. 

“I’m sorry,” You offered again. “I really didn’t mean to bring all this up, I just-”

“I really, really don’t want you to apologise anymore.” Sirius nearly begged. 

“I don’t understand how someone could do that.” Remus mused aloud. “To anyone; and someone they claimed to love?”

You mistook Remus’ rhetorical question for an actual need for clarification. “He said I was more fun; that I’d try things I wouldn’t normally.”

Sirius did finally let out an angry huff and his fingers stilled on your ankle. “Who?”

“You don’t know him.” You countered quickly, bringing your knees up to your chest and wrapping your arms around them as you rested your chin on your knees. 

“Lucky him.” Sirius muttered darkly as Remus shifted closer to you. 

“I’m sorry dove.” He offered quietly; holding out his hand to you in a silent invitation. You accepted it, and as you gave him your hand, he gently encouraged you over to him until you were cradled in his arms.

“I didn’t tell you to be sorry.” You murmured quietly as Remus began pressing kisses to the raw and reddened skin around your fingers you hadn’t realised you had nearly shredded in your tension. 

“I know you didn’t.” He whispered. “I’m still sorry, anyhow.”

“I think it’s nice… that the boys were looking after Lily.”

Remus hummed in agreement though he still looked particularly disturbed.  

“That’s their job.” Sirius supplied, causing you and Remus to turn your heads towards your boyfriend whose eyes were red and shining with unshed tears.

“Sirius.” You murmured miserably.

“Just like it’s our job to look after you.” He continued as if you hadn’t said anything at all.

“And you do.” You agreed.

Sirius huffed and wiped at his face. “I hate to think of you being hurt or…or taken advantage of when I wasn’t there to help you.”

Remus made a pitiful sound at that. 

“You didn’t even know me then, Siri.” You offered, half teasing and half placating. 

“She’s alright, Sirius.” Remus comforted. “She’s got us. You’ll be okay now, yeah?”

And you thought of your boys now; you thought of Sirius near tears thinking of someone taking advantage of you during a time you hadn’t even known him, you thought of Remus currently cradling you like you were a precious thing he feared losing if he didn’t hold you with the utmost care, and you thought of their friends - the kind of people who they surrounded themselves with and had the same morals as they did.

Yeah…you think you might just be okay now.

#marauders #poly!wolfstar

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Every mainstream media outlet imaginable wants you to know that Israel has just re-opened the Erez border, thereby allowing aid through it for the first time since October 7. The White House released a statement saying that it’s delighted to hear this news. It’s a great improvement from previous arrangements, reports state.

What they fail to mention is that now 30% of all Palestinian children under 2 in Gaza are malnourished, that the death toll has surpassed 33k, and that the US—the same superpower that’s telling Israel to protect the civilians—has signed off billions in weapons to Israel not even a month ago.

#free palestine

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For those who don't know, Rafah Crossing is closed. Meaning Palestinians in the Gaza Strip are technically not allowed to go into Egypt through Rafah Crossing (with exceptions, like holding a foreign passport) so in order to evacuate, Palestinians need to bribe Egyptian border security officials. The standard price used to be about $5000 - 7000 per person but some Palestinians have been told to pay $10,000 per person just to cross the border, forget other expenses like food and boarding.

For a group of people who are enduring genocide and the complete destruction of their homes that money is impossible to raise without the help of fundraising. That and the collapse of the UNRWA is the reason you're seeing so many Gofundmes nowadays. The entire aid system is gone with the exception of local aid organisations that have limited reach.

So if you see a credible fundraiser, please at the very least share it so it can reach more people. This list by @el-shab-hussein is a good place to start.

#free palestine

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Slow Ride

Jake saves her from a creep at the bar. She repays him in the best way she can think and rides him to his favourite song

Warnings: smut, p in v, unprotected sex, hand job, fingering, riding, car sex, creampie

There was nobody she hated more than Jake Seresin. Ever since he'd come back to North Island, she hated him. But she hated him because she couldn't hate him.

Working behind the bar in The Hard Deck, she met her share of navy pilots. They were flirts, yes, but they were harmless flirts. But they knew what would happen if they push things, knew the consequences of disrespecting her.

Jake Seresin knew, too. He approached the bar with his usual charming smile and ordered a round of beers. She didn't say much as she got him the round of drinks. But still, even once he had them, Jake stayed to flirt with her.

She didn't flirt back, didn't want him to get the wrong idea. It had happened before, and the guy had flirted with her. He'd taken it too far and had gotten himself kicked out (well, Jake had been the one to throw him out).

There was one thing she liked about Jake, though. The fact that he protected her from the few creeps that had coming into The Hard Deck. He always had an eye on her, even when he was playing pool, making sure that nobody ever made her feel uncomfortable.

That was the thing. Although she hated Jake, he looked out for her. There was a time she was considering quitting her job at The Hard Deck. She loved her job, loved working for penny and loved how polite most of the aviators were. But there were a few guys that made things unbearable.

Until her knight in shining armour stepped in.

Jake didn't always have to step in and save her, but she loved it every time he did.

Like tonight. Cory was a regular, and a regular creep. He'd been kicked out more times than she could count, but he always found his way back in. Always slipped through the cracks and made it to the bar.

Thank God Jake saw him before she did. Even as Cory sat at the bar and whistled for her, Jake was there. He stood beside Cory and cleared his throat. "Can I help you?" He asked, trying to stay between Cory and herself.

Cory rolled his eyes and looked away from Jake. He turned his attention to her, wearing a smile that made her sick to her stomach. "Hey, pretty darlin'," he said, reaching across the bar towards her.

But Jake caught his hand before he could get it any closer. "You're not allowed in here, Cory," Jake said with a sneer as he pushed Cory away. "Get out before I make you get out."

Cory let out a laugh and shook Jake off. "Piss off, Bagman," he said, using the nickname that Jake normally didn't mind.

But Cory hadn't earned the right to use it. And it infuriated him. "Say that again," he challenged.

"Jake," she said from behind the bar, trying to grab his attention. As much as she liked Jake being there, protecting her, she didn't want it to get out of hand.

But Cory ignored Jake. He turned his attention to the poor woman behind the bar. "C'mon, pretty darlin'," he said as he leaned forward. "Let's say we get out of here after this."

The moment his hand reached out and touched the bottom of her skirt, Jake had him out of his seat, holding him up by his collar as he pressed him against the wall. "Fucking try it," he pretty much growled, spit flying into Cory's face.

Everybody in the bar had stopped what they were doing to watch. They watched as Jake dropped him, following Cory out of the bar. He made sure he was gone, too scared to come back before he returned to the bar.

"Sorry about that, sweets," said Jake as he sat on the bar stool and looked at her.

She placed a drink in front of him, one he hadn't ordered. "On the house," she said. "For being my hero."

Jake took it gratefully. He didn't return to the squad, instead staying at the bar with her until she closed up. Even then, even once she'd kicked everybody out, Jake stayed with her. He stayed with her as she cleaned and closed the bar and waited while she locked the doors.

But still, he didn't want to leave her. So, Jake walked her to her car. It wasn't creepy, no. It was comforting.

"I still feel like I should pay you back somehow," she said as she leaned against her car.

Jake let his typical charming smile come onto his face. "That beer was thanks enough, sweets."

Before she knew it, she was opening the back door to her car and gesturing for him to climb in. Jakes heart thundered in his chest as he did just that. He climbed in and scootched over to the furthest seat, giving her space to climb in beside him.

She did just that. Placing her back into the front seat, she climbed in beside Jake. "I wanted to give you a proper thank you," she said almost sheepishly as she leaned forward and grabbed a hold of her phone.

The music that sounded from the phone was a song Jake immediately recognised. She dropped her phone on the dash and climbed into the back. But she didn't sit beside him. No, she settled onto his lap, her arms around his neck.

"Fuck," Jake hissed as he looked at her. There was no telling how much he'd wanted this. "Are we gonna fuck to Slow Ride?"

She played with the hair at the back of his neck as she ground her hips against his own. "I dunno, Hangman. Do you want me to ride you to Slow Ride?"

He swallowed thickly and nodded his head. That was all she needed to hear. Her lips hesitantly attached to his own and his hands settled on her hips. Jake let her take control. He let her set the pace, let her decide how the kiss was going. Before too long she was kissing down his neck and undressing him in the back seat of her car.

Jake couldn't believe it. Here he was, fucking her in his car. He let out a hiss at the feeling of teeth against his neck.

Suddenly, she removed her hands from around his neck and reached between them. She popped the button on his jeans and immediate freed his cock.

Fuck, he was big. But, compared to the rest of him it was unsurprising. She wrapped her fingers around his shaft as she returned her lips to his.

The way Jake was gripping her hips, it was bruising. He reached under her skirt, touching her ass. Squeezing and groping, listening to her little whines and moans as she jacked him off.

The moment her thumb swiped over his tip, Jake ripped the material of the tights covering her ass. He hadn't meant to, just want to pull them down. But he couldn't help it. It was just so fucking good.

As soon as her tights were ripped, it was easy enough to slip his fingers beneath her panties. She was so goddamn wet. And those noises! They were music to Jakes ears.

"Goddamn, sweets," he grunted. The moment he touched her folds, her movements stopped. "So fucking wet f' me." His finger touched her clit and her body fell against his own. "Gonna ride me to Slow Ride?"

Her whines were desperate as she frantically lined his cock up with her entrance. She sank down onto him, eyes rolling back. "Holy Fuck," he grunted.

"Jake," she mewed desperate, her body against his own. He was so goddamn big, she didn't know how she was taking all of him. "Wanna move."

Jake immediately understood. She wanted to ride him, but she couldn’t move. He gripped her hips once again and began moving her, bouncing her on his cock.

It wasn't a slow ride. Not in the slightest. Her cunt just felt too good squeezing him, he couldn't slow down.

When Jake got her moving at her own rhythm, he pulled her shirt over her head, revealing her chest. Jake kissed her. He kissed down her chest until he got to what wasn't being covered by her bra.

As Jake got closer and closer, he wrapped his arms around her moved her body, her body limp against his. Her cries and whines were continuous, unbroken against the skin on his shoulder. She clenched around him, eyes shut as she came. But she was so out of it, so drunk on his cock, she hardly noticed.

"That's it, sweets," Jake mumbled as he kissed the side of her head. "I'm almost there."

And, seconds later Jake was cumming, his climax taking over him as he gripped her tight. "Fuck, fuck," he grunted, stilling her.

But he didnt pull out of her. He kept his arms around him as she laid against his chest, kissing the sweaty skin there. "That was incredible," she whispered as her body began to shake and shiver.

"We'll have to do that again, uh, sweets? He asked abd she nodded in agreement.

#from the vault #top gun maverick #jake seresin

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lady ragnvindr and klees afternoon out

diluc ragnvindr x reader ft. klee | nothing but fluff | 2.8k +

rest.

your only job today was to rest or at least that was what your husband requested of you. after a few weeks of non stop commissions and helping out with the daily tasks that diluc normally swamps himself with, your body and mind were more than worn out and it didn’t take diluc long to notice or bring up his concern that you’ve been putting too much on your plate and ask that you take some time off to rest.

he found it impossible to tell you no when you had asked to start taking on some tasks around the winery shortly after your marriage and he doesn’t regret it one bit; how could he with such a hard working, admirable wife and partner? but that doesn’t stop him from worrying about you when you overwork yourself and seem to be more tired than he is these days. so today he offered to personally see to your tasks around the winery and bar and made you promise you wouldn’t take up any commissions, all he wanted was for you to rest.

you tried, you really did, but sitting around the winery with nothing to do started to drive you mad. you only lasted a good 2 hours after sleeping in before you found yourself slipping on your boots and starting to make your way to mondstadt. normally you’d be heading into town to help out at the angels share or take up a few commissions but you want to keep your promise to your husband. you have no intention of helping out at the tavern or stopping by the guild, instead you’ll stop by to see blanche and sarah to grab ingredients for a special surprise dinner for you and your love to share.

of course diluc would not consider spending all day in the kitchen preparing and cooking an extravagant meal as ‘resting’ but it also wasn’t work and that’s enough for you to justify it for today. besides, after a few extra hours of sleep you’re feeling much better than yesterday, like you really could go back to work or check off a commission or two without breaking a sweat but you shouldn’t, and to keep you honest in your promise not to work you leave your weapon at home and dress in something casual and comfortable instead of your work attire.

the sun is shining but a gentle cooling wind keeps it from being too hot and the breeze fills your nose with the scent of sweet grapes from the winery, slowly fading the farther you make it from home. your exposed skin soaks up the spring warmth and you’re a little thankful diluc didn’t take no for an answer when you protested that you were fine. if you hadn’t slowed down today how beautiful the day is might have passed you by without you even taking notice. it’s nice to walk at a leisurely pace and enjoy the quiet afternoon, your only wish now is that your beloved was here to enjoy it with you.

your admiration for the afternoon is cut off by a loud explosion coming from behind a thicket of trees not too far from the path. you’re only halfway to springvale but it’s too late to turn back to grab your weapon now. why didn’t you at least grab a small weapon?! you curse yourself thinking about the kunai you know is sitting in your night stand that could have found itself useful right about now. you might have just ignored the noise and moved on with your day, hilichurls are often around this area causing some trouble amongst themselves and that was reasonable enough to look the other way but when you hear the voice of a little girl you know you can’t just walk away, it’s your duty to check it out and help if someone is in need.

you move quietly, sneakily peaking through the trees to try to get a good look without alerting any kind of potential enemy of your presence. you can see the hilichurl camp in the distance, there are a few the explosion woke up that are wandering the outskirts of the camp curiously but the smoke is not coming in that direction and there are no enemies in the direction the gray cloud is coming from, though what- or more so who is beyond the smoke is not particularly harmless or defenseless.

“klee, what are you doing out here by yourself?” you ask, coming out from behind the trees. you kneel at her side, next to the big hole she dug, or maybe she blew up? you aren’t entirely sure.

“oh- hi!” she looks up at you and smiles big when she remembers who you are. just as quick as her greeting, she turns her attention back to what she was doing and puts a small chest into the ground and starts to push the loose dirt back where it came from..

from behind her she looks a little dirty but her movements are as free as they ever are, a good indication she’s not hurt. but that doesn’t stop you from asking. “are you okay? i heard an explosion a second ago, you didn’t get hurt did you?”

her head shoots up and she turns to you quickly, looking at you with worried, pleading eyes. “please don’t tell master jean! i didn’t hurt anyone or blow up anything but the ground! i promise!”

you can’t help but chuckle. “don’t worry about that, it’s our little secret as long as you’re alright.” as long as she’s not hurt you don’t see the harm in not informing jean. if kaeya can get away with it, so can you.

“i’m fine!” she reassures you and returns to her work, though this time it seems she’s taking the chest back out instead of burying it. “this is the place i test out my dried lizard tails,” she puts the chest in front of you and opens the lid to show you it’s contents. “did you want to see which ones i’ve got to explode?” her eyes gleam at the thought.

you instinctively check around you to ensure the near by hilichurls still haven’t noticed you, one has wandered close but as long as there’s nothing loud to draw it’s attention, you should be fine. “i don’t think so, it’s not very safe to do that here..” just as your eyes pan back to the little girl, she’s several feet away from you, outside the shelter of the trees mixing her explosive concoction “wait klee, don’t!”

your pleas fell on deaf ears and even if she had heard it, it was too late to stop the small fire she had already started that would set it all off. luckily the hilichurls have no sneaking skills when it comes to spotting humans so you don’t even need to look back to confirm your position is definitely blown but unlucky, their loudness easily alerts the others.

without wasting a moment, you run in klees direction and scoop her up in your arms, running back towards the dirt path that leads to springvale. you may be a little slower carrying the extra weight of klee but it was still faster than her little legs trying to outrun the monsters and keep up with you at the same time.

“wow, that was awesome!” she gleams in your arms as she stares behind you, watching the hilichurls follow you from their camp, the smoke from her latest bomb still rising in the air.

you let out a nervous chuckle, too focused on deciding which way to go to lose them quickly to tell klee that was in fact not awesome because you have no way of fending off the hilichurls. but if you found the right path, you could shake them off your tail, worst case they’d follow you all the way to springvale where the knights would deal with them.

you go from the path when you hear the big mitachurl heading your way and look back slightly to confirm how far it is from you. klee wiggles in your arms, reaching for her backpack to grab something out just as you spot a hill you know leads to a path close to where one of the knights is regularly posted.

stopping just at the edge of the slop to ensure it’s safety, you hear a clink on the ground and hear the small sparks of one of klees bombs.

“y/n let’s go! my bombs got this!” she says and doesn’t contain her excitement.

if the bomb didn’t get you first the mitachurl was sure to, you’ve got no choice but to jump.

“hold on tight klee!”

you aren’t sure what’s got you giggling like a child as your feet come to a stop at the bottom of the hill and your butt slides to the ground. was it klees laughing being contagious as she kicks her feet in your arms or how ridiculous you both look covered in dirt and soot from the bit of the bomb you weren’t able to avoid or perhaps the way her ridiculous bomb actually drove the hilichurls away? this was a lot more eventful than you had planned your day.

as both your laughs slow, you look down at her with a smile and ask for the second time today. “are you okay?”

“that was so fun! you got so messy!”

your laugh fills the air once again as you see how dirty her entire being is and how you’re sure you don’t look any better. “so did you.”

as much as she enjoyed your encounter with the hilichurls, the whole thing had tired little klee out and she fell fast asleep in your arms on the way back to mondstadt, her head resting on your shoulder as her small arms clung to your neck. you had to admit you were feeling just as tired as she was after that but you couldn’t stop and risk jean seeing either of you like this, you’d both be in trouble that not even diluc could talk you out of. all you needed was a good wipe down with a wet cloth, just enough to get klee mostly clean before you could leave the rest to kaeya.

slowly you made your way over the bridge before deciding it was best to enter from the side entrance closest to angels share, your next destination where your husband is bound to be. you were going to be in a little trouble with diluc when he sees you like this- not resting.

the knights manning the entrance don’t hide their curious and humored eyes when they spot you and you wave them off, watching as you quickly scurry off away from the gate and onto the next. you’re less likely to run into jean this way too, you could easily b-line it to the tavern and sneak in through the back with only a handful of eyes ever catching you and klee getting into trouble. but of course, the most important pair of eyes is one of the first to see you enter the city looking like hell.

diluc had happened to be outside the tavern checking over some wine barrels when your soot-covered figure entered his peripherals and he only had to look once to confirm, yes that was indeed his wife. his wife that should have been at home resting and more importantly archons- please don’t be hurt.

he’s by your side in an instant, his gloved hand gently pulling up your chin so your eyes meet. he might seem mad with his furrowed brows behind his bangs and deep frown on his face had it not been for the unsuppressed worry that lay behind his ruby orbs.

“i’m okay,” you assure him before he can say anything. you give him a reassuring smile, leaning into his touch as his fingers come to your cheek, his thumb attempting rubbing at the dirt off your face. his eyes only break from yours to look at the child in your arms. “we’re both okay, just dirty and a bit tired,” your hand comes up to cover your chuckle at the memory of your recent events.

the angelic sound of your laugh eases dilucs worry, though he’s still going to thoroughly check you over himself once you’re inside and he expects a full explanation of what led to this and not you spending your day at the winery, reading and resting as you please like he thought you were going to. “what happened?”

“archons y/n, running from hilichurls?” he asks after you’ve explained your day up until this point.

water splashes in the bucket as diluc rings out a rag next to you, exchanging it for your dirty one as you wipe the remaining dirt out of klees hair and begin to work on your own. she’s still fast asleep; now resting on the bar top, dilucs coat laying under her head for support. how she’s sleeping through all this movement you have no idea.

“why didn’t you have your weapon with you? you could have -”

“i know it wasn’t ideal,” you’d normally love to hear his voice and happily listen to what he has to say but sometimes it’s best to cut him off when you know when he’s getting away with his worries, it’s better to stop them in their tracks. you hate to see him in his own head worrying about the worst when you walked away unharmed, something he’s seen with his own eyes after checking you out personally. “but i was trying to keep my promise to you and i didn’t want to tempt myself into taking just one commission since i had it on me. i couldn’t leave klee when she needed my help either though.”

he admires your loving, caring nature and your fighting spirit, he just wishes it wouldn’t get you into trouble as often as it does. he wants nothing more than to protect you and keep you safe, a promise he’s made to you over and over again and it’s one he intends to keep with every fiber of his being. letting out a sign, he rings out another rag and takes a step closer to you, trapping you between him and the wall of the tavern. his loving, yet stern eyes scan your face as he brings the warm cloth up to your cheek to get the smudge you missed, his touch lingering on your reddening skin for a moment before moving down to your neck, the cloth remaining warm thanks to his vision.

“i appreciate that you wanted to keep your word but your safety is most important to me,” once he’s satisfied with your neck being clean he meets your gaze once more. you smile sweetly, inconnectly and the rest of the lecture he had for you was forgotten as he got lost in your sparkling eyes. “i’m glad you’re alright.”

“i’ll be more careful next time, i promise,” you whisper as he leans down to kiss your forehead, the smell of wine and oak taking over your senses as he presses his lips to your soft, warming skin.

“good,” he replies, pulling away slowly and you swear your knees would have given out at the sight of his smile had it not been for the way your heart was racing at his proximity. even if they had given out from under you, he would have been there to catch you.

he turns to klee who’s begun to stir, slowly waking up from her nap. as she sits up, diluc asks for her permission to carry her back, sliding on his coat before scooping her up in his arms when she says it's okay and that her legs are too tired to walk anyways.

klee gets comfortable quickly against his shoulder, snuggling against him as he begins to walk towards the door with you in tow and you swear the butterflies in your stomach we’re going to burst out of you any moment at this sweet interaction between the pyro users.

“it seems i’m going to have to make sure you rest by doing it myself, aren’t i?” he asks, his eye brow raising, a small smirk on his lips as he looks at you after locking the back door to the tavern.

“if it means you’ll come home and take a hot bath with me then yes,” you grin, grabbing onto his free arm as you make your way down the streets of mondstadt. he couldn’t say no to that, and he can’t lie that he’s missed your presence a lot today. “can i still make you dinner?”

you did mention the whole reason you were coming into town was for that very reason. he can’t help but smile at your thoughtfulness and the thought of enjoying a meal with you, something he doesn’t get to do as often as he’d like. “i’d enjoy that.”

“so that’s what you look like when you smile?!” klee exclaims, staring at him with a wide smile of her own.

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when you sleep on the couch after an argument 

alhaitham x fem!reader

2.5k words | zhongli + diluc

warnings: hurt/comfort

some would say it was inevitable that alhaithams cold and arrogant personality would catch up to your relationship. how someone as sweet and loving as you could be with someone as robotic and logical as him, people didn’t understand. but it never mattered to either of you what others thought or assumed about your relationship. you knew how you felt and how he felt in return, you didn’t need anything else. 

you also knew that even if what others said did come true, even if you were on the receiving end of cold calculating words and intimidating eyes it wouldn’t sway how you felt about him. and as you stood before him, with unshed tears clinging to your lashes, under the gaze of his indifference to what he said that caused your chest to contract painfully, you know it really didn’t change how you felt about him but that still didn’t prepare you for how much it hurt to hear him talk to you in such a way, how small it would make you feel in comparison to the genius grand scribe. 

he hadn’t yelled, hadn’t used his title to undermine you, he had hardly even blinked when the words came out and pierced your heart with daggers of ice. and yet he may as well have screamed to the whole library around you that you were fighting, that you were beneath him. those feelings wrapped around you, curling around your spine like tight tendrils oozing with black smoke that echo with his hurtful words as he towers over you with folded arms and his usual unbothered expression.

your mouth felt dry, your heart beating to a rhythm that hurt; each deep thump sending an uncomfortable ache throughout your whole body. you didn’t know how to reply, there was clearly nothing you could say that would make him understand where you were coming from right now and with every passing second you were becoming weaker to the tears threatening to spill down your cheeks. being this upset you didn’t want to cry in front of him or what felt like the whole akademiya but you couldn’t stand to have him speak to you like this for another minute without breaking down and you hardly had the will to talk back to him.

all you can manage is a choked out and quiet ‘okay’ as you turn away from him and start to head for the door leading out of the house of dena. you don’t make it far before a powerful hand from your ‘feeble’ scholar wraps around your wrist and stops you. it’s gentle enough not to hurt you but still with enough strength that you’re forced to do as he willed even if you didn’t want to.

biting the inside of your cheek, trying your damnedest to not break down and cry right here and now, you look up to meet his eyes but only get a glimpse of his stern features, those seafoam orbs with amber fire, before your vision blurs and wet warmth travels down your cheek. pushing your hand against his, you pull away from his grip and quickly wipe the few tears from your face with the back of your hand before practically running from the house of dena and out the doors of akademiya. you needed to get out of here.. try to calm down and finally catch your breath, not succumb to the suffocating unease sewing between you because if you did you swore you would drown in it.

you don’t hear him following but you don’t dare to look back to check. 

with his sharp eyes and pink lips drawn in a thin line you’d never see through the express he wore that alhaithams heart was dropping into the pit of his stomach, dragging his lungs down with it. the hurt painted all over your face, the shake of your body under his touch and as you pushed him away, the tears you tried so hard to hide from him escaping and cleansing the veil of his arrogance from his eyes.

.. had you looked this hurt the whole time? he had hardly looked up from the book he was working on until his patience snapping, wanting nothing more than silence and for you to not worry, brought him from the pages but even then he hadn’t truly seen you. at least not until you turned away and he reached for you, went to tell you that this discussion was not over but the words died on his tongue quickly because as soon as he saw you, actually saw you and heard not just the words he spewed to prove a point, to be right, he found he could hardly speak at all.

how others felt about his words or tone was hardly of his concern but when it came to you..

you’re suddenly too far away for his liking and he somehow feels like the distance you put between you was not just physical but a distance of the heart as well and he felt it growing vaster with each quick step you took. but by the time his body actually moves to go after you, a few long strides in, his voice returning to call your name, a strong grip on his cloak pulls him back and keeps him in place. 

“let her go,” kaveh voice is as annoyed with the scribe as it always is but there's an air of unusual authority around him at this very moment.

kaveh hadn’t really meant to eavesdrop or step in, it was more that he had been in the wrong place at the wrong time but it was a scene that was hard to look away from and he was full of his own dejection after watching what unfolded before him. he had never heard alhaitham speak to you like that, with cold indifference as the scribe had with many but never you. it had once baffled kaveh to see the scribe being sweet, truly and genuinely loving, towards you but this.. this threw him off even more so.

why did he stop alhaitham though? he chalks it up to being such a sucker for love and well, if he’s being honest, he quite likes what you’ve done to his roommates bad personality. he didn’t need this romantic fledgling only making things worse for himself.

“this doesn’t concern you.” alhaitham can hardly contain the sneer pulling at his lips as he forces himself out of his roommate's grasp and turns back in the direction you ran but you were nowhere to be seen now. he swallows the lump in his throat to try to calm his racing nerves, clenches his fist to keep him grounded, from losing the last bit of rationality because with every erratic pulse through his veins he feels it slipping further and further from him.

he hadn’t known the absence of you could make him so.. frantic.

“maybe not,” kaveh sneers right back. “but did you ever think that when you’re being an insufferable jerk not even y/n would want to be around you? give her some space.”

give you space.. crescent shapes dig their way into his half gloved hands the tighter he clenches his fists thanks to how much he hates that yes it makes sense that he should indeed do just that. you had left to get away from him after all, even if he detests the validity of that truth. but maybe that's what he needed too. yeah, maybe logically.. but he can’t get his heart to agree, not when it’s still sitting like a boulder at the bottom of his stomach, growing heavier by the minute at the remembrance of the hurt in your eyes and the way you ran from him-

he should go after you..

as if kaveh heard his thoughts, which is both absurd and annoying, he attempts to stop alhaitham again. “i’m sure she’ll find her way to the house once she’s ready and then you can attempt to apologize for being such a royal ass.”

it wasn’t until after he had tried to settle back into his book that he actually started to see what happened leading up to this  moment. the way he spoke to you, both his tone and his choice of words, the way your own voice wavered so many times but he still didn’t stop, as if this was some kind of debate with another scholar - and this time he turned out to be the losing fool. how he had made you cry.. the fact that for all he knows you were still crying..

he tries to swallow down the unease, running his hand through his hair, readjusting and trying to find a comfortable position in his chair, rereads the same paragraph over and over because he can’t seem to retain the information with the lingering thoughts of you in his mind but it all does nothing to help quell the storm that uncomfortably knocks against his rib cage and keeps a slight bounce to his leg. 

not a single bit of his work got done from the moment you left. he tried to brush it off like he had so many other arguments with so many others but you were not others and they had never felt like this, never had someone he cares about this much hurting from his words. 

unable to focus on anything but you, he gives up on his book and heads home early but home isn’t much better. 

while you didn’t officially live here, still having your own place in the city, you slept here every night, had drawers that alhaitham cleaned out in his dresser for your things that slowly made their way here or that he had simply bought you so you could have them no matter whose place you were at. little reminders of you lay throughout the whole house and he could hardly take his eyes off of them; your tea cup sitting on the table from when you left this morning while in a hurry, your extra pair of shoes neatly placed at the front door, your favorite fruit resting in the basket on the kitchen counter waiting to be cut up and eaten, your soft blanket and fantasy books near the couch you usually sit at. and though it wasn’t what he normally read, he couldn’t stop himself from opening up one as he waited for you to come home.

but as the sun set and not even kaveh returned, it was as though he saw every calculating chance of how he could make this up to you when you finally did come back, fall to the ground and shatter at his feet. he looks into those shards of possibility, calculating his next strategy, refusing to let them piece themselves into a prospect he didn’t want to see; one where you never called this place your home again. he was left with his head in his hands, staring at the ground beneath his feet and wanting nothing more than to kiss your forehead, remind you how precious you are to him, have your head rest against his chest and remind you that he can be aloof, even cold, but he loves you so much.

they were words he rarely shared but right now he wanted to say them to you more than ever.

he had never actually used the key that you gave him to your place. there was no need when he found you beside him always, but, knowing there is nowhere else you likely are, it now felt like a life line that reeled him into you, guiding him through the dark streets of sumeru until he was standing outside your door, the first few drops of relief finally washing over him at the light coming from your living room window.  

he swiftly unlocks your door and steps inside, headed straight for the room with the light on, where you were bound to be, your name falling from his lips only to be cut off when he finds you on the couch, sleeping as unpeacefully as he’s ever seen you. he feels the regret of not coming earlier bubbling in his stomach but pushes it down because it didn’t matter, he was here now and he was going to make it right.

with quiet steps he takes long strides towards your sleeping figure, feeling somehow better and worse than he had before. to see you, reach out and touch you, delicate touches as he moves stray hairs from your face, revealing to him all the evidence of your tearful state until you had fallen asleep here. by looks of it you hadn’t meant to, with no blanket to keep you warm and the lights still on, in an old shirt he hadn’t known you took from his closet, curled into yourself, a book long forgotten on the tea table.

he hadn’t been able to part from your skin, even when your tired eyes blink slowly, finally seeing who was in front of you and the emotions held behind those lovely blue eyes, emotions he normally didn’t feel or show to anyone.

“h-‘haitham?” 

“habibti,” he replies with such tenderness.

“what’re-”

“you didn’t come home.” 

your chest feels heavy at his words and you hide your face from him, feeling like you might cry at the way he said that, not wanting to say that this was your home too. you knew it was a lie, your apartment hadn’t felt like home for a long time, not when he wasn’t here with you but how you shy away doesn’t stop him from scooping you into his arms, cradling you in his warm and strong embrace. for a moment he just stands there, holding you, his lips on the crown of your head, his nose buried in your hair, his grip around you growing comfortably tighter. you can hear the heavy beating of a heart but in this proximity, when the whole world around you was nothing but alhaitham, you didn’t know if it was his or yours. 

“i love you.”

his words break the silence between you. spoken against your skin, their truth seeping into your very being and down your spine until you are encompassed by it, by him.

you reply in earnest, clinging to him, placing soft and gentle kisses against his collarbone as he carries you to the bedroom you hadn’t slept in for so long, that felt too big without him in it but tonight, you wouldn’t be without him for another moment.

as if you were made of glass he places you into the sheets and follows immediately after you, never letting you get far from his grasp and as you drift back to sleep against his chest, a peaceful one this time around, he whispers his apologies, his promise to do better and more confessions of his unending love for you.

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Bumblebee || Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Summary: So half baked idea, but I love you and know you’ll do it justice (if you want of course). But like Bradley dating a teacher(or anyone non military I just pick teacher because ya know 🤷🏼‍♀️).... Read Rest Here

A/N: Takes place a few years after TGM. Bradley and crew are instructors at TG. Added a few OC instructors who don’t do much lol. Reader is Amelia’s teacher/tutor! Enjoy!!

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Y/N

Word Count: 2.0k +

The bar opened up at 5, you had Amelia meet you there at 3 since Penny had to be there then to open the bar anyway. You were her hired tutor for the summer getting her ready for the dreaded SAT. She was already seventeen. Planning to head off to college next year. Her goal was Stanford. Everybody cheered her along the way.

Lucky for you she actually tried. The lessons sailed and you hadn’t even noticed the bar opened up for the night before you heard the rowdy pilots enter led by nonother than your very own boyfriend. A wide smile glossed your cheeks as you took the handsome man in. Your handsome man.

He waved to you before getting into earshot. Speeding up he wanted nothing more than to be with you. Long days sucked.

“Hi honey.” You waved to your boyfriend of a year as his fellow Top Gun teachers strolled into the Hard Deck behind him.

“Baby.” He cooed walking right up to you, pulling you up from your seat and wrapping his arms around you. You let yourself be pulled into him and gripped him tightly in response. Breathing him in deeply you sighed relief having him in your arms again. Even though you’d literally left his place twelve hours ago it seemed like too long. It was too long.

“Gag me.” Amelia coughed looking away quickly, “That’s my teacher Bradley.” She visibly frowned unhappy with the distraction.

Rolling his eyes, he gave your body a tight squeeze before releasing you gently. He set you back down in your seat with the softest touch, “What’s a seventeen-year-old doing in a bar anyway?”

You giggled lacing your fingers through his, “We were just wrapping up hon. Amelia has her big test on Saturday and wanted to get some last-minute prep in.”

She eyed him, “My mom wanted me to get some last-minute prep in.” She clarified before continuing, “I can have you banned Bradley. Being the owners daughter. Test me.” Her confidence only grew as she spent more time around pilots, specifically Mav. She was picking up on his smart-ass mouth.

“You wouldn’t do that to Y/N.” He challenged her.

“You’re right. I wouldn’t. But she’s also her own person and can come here without you. While you’re banned.” Amelia smirked. She’d be just fine in college on her own. She’d be perfectly fine.

He raised his eyebrows. You shook your head placing a hand over your mouth hiding the giggle away from him, “Teenagers.” He grumbled, “I’ll get you a beer gorgeous girl. We’ll be over in the corner when your done.”

“Sounds good babe. I’ll be over soon.”

Winking at you he waved before turning back to the crew. You turned your attention back to Amelia who was giving you the ‘that was absolutely wretched’ face.

“What?” You bit down on your bottom lip curling your lips into a smile around it.

“That’s disgusting. You and Bradley.” She shook her head. She really did approve but she hated the PDA. Only because you were her teacher and all. It felt icky seeing that outside the classroom. Especially with Bradley.

After Penny married Mav and moved in Bradley had come around quite a bit more. Which meant that you came around quite a bit more. Bradley insisted that he needed you there. You’d gotten along with everybody of course. It was simply an adjustment for Amelia.

“You know, I still am your teacher.” You were baiting her, and you knew it. Or maybe you were baiting yourself.

She shook her head, “You lost that title last weekend when you, mom, Pete, and Bradley were wasted playing Beer Olympics all day long. And then proceeded to beg me for hours to be a judge.”

You couldn’t help the laughter that escaped your lips, “It worked didn’t it?” You reminisced on her declaring you the winner after you won the final round of beer pong. Your individual score crushing the rest of the field. Turns out you rocked playing games when you were drunk. You learned something new every day.

She shook her head further, “We’ll call it college prep. Now go. Your boyfriend won’t stop staring. It’s getting creepy.” She pointed to the back booth where Bradley was halfway paying attention but really just waiting on you.

You looked over your shoulder waving to the desperate boy. Turning back to Amelia you stood from your chair, “Same time tomorrow?”

“Only because mom insists.” She sighed, “See you tomorrow.”

“See ya honey.” You gave you a quick hug before speed walking to the group of Aviators. Bradley, Natasha, Jake, Marty, and Ken sat there chatting away after what you assumed to be a long day. Bradley was usually much more needy after more stressful days and he was needier than ever, or so it seemed.

“Baby.” Bradley made the grabby hands as you walked closer. You shuffled right into his grasp being pulled right into the booth next to him.

“Hi honey.” You kissed his cheek before turning back to the group, “Rough day?”

They all let out a collective sigh before three different conversations erupted at the same time. Bradley leaned down whispering into your ear, “We got a mini-Hangman today. Going to be fun to break the young kid.” Bradley chucked taking a sip of the bear. You watched as his Adam’s apple bobbed while he took the drink. A bead of sweat made its way down his neck likely from the humid air and alcohol consumption.

“A mini-Hangman you say?” You asked curiously remembering some of the wild stories your boyfriend had told you about his friend. His enemy turned friend. Funny how life worked like that sometimes. Bradley had told you all about how they turned a corner after the Uranium mission. Jake got less aggressive in the skies. More teammate focused. Bradley got better at handling his emotions. Being able to communicate a whole lot better once he figured that out.

The real Hangman heard you from across the table making sure to chime in, “He’s an ass. Nothing like me darlin’.” He made sure to clarify.

“Well, I heard you might’ve been a different person five years ago. An asshole maybe?” You continued the conversation between the three of you.

He looked shocked, “You wound me Y/N.”

“Truth hurts, honey.” The laughter didn’t stop coming as Hangman animated his own death in front of you. A knife stab to the heart. He sunk down in the seat grabbing the attention of the entire group.

Natasha looked over rolling her eyes but taking the opportunity to grab the groups attention from him, “So, we’ve been thinking.” You looked over to Nat who started talking right to you while also talking over the group, “You’re here with us almost every time we come out.” She smirked over at Bradley who had his arm draped around your shoulders rubbing your arm with the pads of his fingertips knowing what he divulged to her earlier.

You scrunched your fists together and apart out of nerves, “Not annoying you guys right?” Needing to ask you looked right at her trying to find anything from her. Making sure you weren’t a nuisance in the already tightknit group.

She shook her head quickly, “No, no, not at all! Hell, I’d rather you be here than Bradshaw.” You looked up at your boyfriend grinning ear to ear. He tried to look pissed but his lips twitching upwards gave him away. He loved the relationship he had with Nat. The two of them falling into the brotherly and sisterly role all too easily. Bickering to the highest degree.

Bradley leaned forward giving your should a gentle squeeze in the process, “Can’t say I blame you Phoenix. I would rather be with her than me too.” He pulled you in closer, heat be damned.

You pinched his side, always the flatterer he was. He looked down giving you a quick kiss on your cheek. If there was one thing about Bradley it was that he was unafraid. He did not give a single shit about what the guys thought about his actions towards you. You were his girl. His favorite thing in the world. He cherished that and you more than he could have ever even imagined. Bradley loved you. Adored you. And he let the world know it.

“What were we thinking Nat?” You asked after snaking an arm around his waist. He grinned in satisfaction. That was his love language. Touch. He always needed a hand on you. But craved you to be touching him as well. Ever the needy one your boyfriend was.

She, very dramatically, rolled her eyes at Bradley before redirecting her attention back to you, “You need a callsign.”

“Oh, no!” You shook you head quickly, protesting immediately.

“Why not?” Jake asked leaning back in his seat observing you. It’d been his idea after all. He and Bradley had actually grown closer over the last year teaching at Top Gun, finding common ground. When Bradley had found you Jake had seen him flourish into who he was today. Jake had never seen Bradley so happy. When Bradley finally let the group meet you six months ago everyone quickly adored you. It wasn’t hard. You were the sweetest person any of them had probably ever met. Always wondering how in the hell Rooster could bag you.

“Well, I’m not a pilot.”

“So?” Nat shook her head in confusion.

“Isn’t that against the rules?” You asked sheepishly sinking back into Bradley.

Jake shrugged, “I think if a group of pilots wants to give you one its following the rules.” He chewed on the toothpick he took from the bar smiling right over at you.

You looked up at your boyfriend, “I had nothing to do with this. But why not. You deserve a callsign too. They like you more than me anyway.” He kissed the crown of your head.

“Ain’t that the truth.” Jake agreed in a cheery voice. Bradley flipped him off while you high-fived him.

You nodded once the laughter died down amongst the group, “Okay then. Now what?” It still felt weird. You’d never actually called them by their callsigns. Maybe this would open up that chance.

“Anybody have a good one?” Nat’s face flashed with excitement at your agreement

Jake answered first, “Sugar! Cause she’s sweet.”

You chuckled at that one. It would fit you, but it didn’t feel quite right. Not lively enough.

“I was thinking Apple, cause she’s a teacher.” Ken chimed in.

Nat shook her head, “Terrible, both of you.” She disagreed wholeheartedly reassuring your own feelings for both. Both okay but not the one.

“Then what’s your idea Phoenix?” Jake edged in his seat.

“I was thinking, Bumblebee. Because you call everybody honey.” She grinned all too proud of herself for coming up with that one. Bradley squeezed your thigh agreeing with that one. He like that one.

“Oh, I like that one!” You grinned agreeing with your boyfriend.

“Too bad sugar, you don’t get a say in your callsign.” Jake winked at you knowing it’d get a rise out of both of you, his favorite game to play.

Bradley leaned forward, “I like that one too. Bumblebee not Sugar” He reiterated out loud this time. Both Marty and Ken agreed. Nat turned towards Jake giving him the finger before proclaiming the victory of the callsigns.

“Bumblebee it is.” Nat grinned knowing she bested him. Everything was a competition among the pilots.

“Bee for short.” Jake butted in.

“A nickname for a nickname.” You smile only got brighter. Bradley looked down at you lovingly. Little did you know what he had planned for you soon. He was going to propose to you. Marry the shit out of you. Have as many kids as you wanted and live his best life possible with you. He couldn’t wait to really get his life started, “How cute.” You clapped your hands glad you’d agreed.

“Just like you.” Bradley whispered into your ear. He nibbled on your earlobe sending a chill down your entire side. Bastard knew exactly what he was doing. You gripped his thigh creeping your hand a little higher until he stopped. Grabbed your hand to stop your ascent up his thigh. Letting a low growl out he snapped the both of you back to reality.

Hangman only shook his head muttering something under his breath. Nat gave you a knowing grin. You certainly knew what the two of you were getting up to later.

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mischievous streak | neuvilette

just another day of you pining over neuvilette and poor wriothesley has to hear all about it. (dw neuvilette makes an appearance!!) fluff. crack. this one is so unserious. 0.7k words

“and when he said ‘oratrice oratrice mecanique d'analyse’ did you hear it, wrio?” you swooned, another day of fanning over the iudex of fountaine to your best friend,  wriothesley.

“did you?” the duke replied increduosly, as if not really getting the reason why that was the part you’re fawning over. “oh and when he declared ‘guilty’ verdict with such conviction and charisma to that person, i wished that was me.” you went on, the conversation was most definitely one-sided.

“...you wished that you’re in a court and getting a ‘guilty’ verdict?” he blinked, not knowing how to react when the things you’re saying gets more insane as each day passed. “well not really, but i am certainly guilty. guilty for wanting to climb him like a-“

wriothesley cut you off with an exaggerated cough.

“you finish that sentence and i’m sending you to the authorities.” you crossed your arm, “you’re the authorities.” he sighed, “yes and i’m not above putting cuffs on you and throw you to one of the cell.”

you gasped, “you wouldn’t. you’d put me in jail because of love?”

“insanity is what you are, (y/n). seriously, just talk to him.” he picked up his cup of tea wanting to take another sip. “and what do i say, that i’ve been in love with him since forever and that i’d give him a limb in exchange for a date?”

“sure. or, you could say you want to get to know him a little better, and ask him out for some lunch?” he said, his pen not stopping on checking the piling documents on his table. “but that’s like super obvious!” you retorted.

“and saying you’d give him one of your limb isn’t...?” he gave you a side-eye before getting back to his paper. “hmm, fair point.” you tapped your chin with your finger. “but he doesn’t seem like the type who’d just go out with anyone, no? i don’t think i’ve ever seen him with someone,” you claimed, thinking back to all the times you passed him accidentally by remembering his schedules.

“you’re right, but i don’t think that’s by his choice though. i think some people just got really intimidated by the idea of casually hanging out with the iudex of fountaine.” he shrugged. “what?! that’s not fair, even though he’s really kind hearted?”

the man in front of you gave you a mocking smile. “yeah, and you’d know hm? since you hang out with him so much,” he teased. “i don’t like you, you’re attacking me for no reason.” you grumbled. wriothesley just chuckled good naturedly before you continued.

“gosh but seriously, he should have someone by his side, don’t you think? someone’s who’s supportive, who will stand by him no matter what. you know, someone like me? i would treat him so good. i would make him food all day, draw him a bubble bath-“

a cough cut you off, you’d think it’s wriothesley and his unwillingness to hear your sincerity about your feelings towards neuvilette, but when you see that his expression was just as startled, you shut your lips.

both of you turned your heads to the end of the stairs and there he is.

neuvilette.

yes, the very one you’ve been crushing on since forever, oh and did i mention you just said you’d draw him a bubble bath?

the tip of his ears was visibly rosy, as he looked like he tried so hard not to look embarrassed or even phased. “i was let in by the guard, i didn’t realize there is another guest.”

you closed your eyes, counting slowly to three because perhaps it would be able to turn back time, even just a little. wriothesley was just covering his mouth, and you’d bet the other limb you have that he’s currently trying his harderst to hold back a laugh.

this is a situation. a situation you need to diffuse fast with your quick thinking.

you turned to wriothesley. “that’s why i said duke, not only you don’t need to reduce my sentence, please don’t let me out from this jail forever. i would endanger the civilians. thank you for your time duke wriothesley, i am now going to go back to my cell.”

hearing that was just the last straw for your best friend, he laughed out loud. doubling over and all that as he clutched his stomach. after a solid two minutes of him just laughing and you facepalmed yourself, wriothesley gained his composure.

“neuvilette, meet (y/n), the all-over supervisor of the fortress of meropide.”

you glared at him before giving the long-haired man your sweetest smile.

“hello, it’s nice to finally see you down here in the flesh, monsieur neuvilette.” you nodded at him in which he replied with a slight smile. “likewise and please, just call me neuvilette.”

neuvilette gave wriothesley a document as he immediately skimmed through it. “i see, well there’s nothing here that i can give an input on better than (y/n), this is more of their expertise.” your head turned so quick as if you heard a blaring alarm. “then, i would appreciate your insight on this matter if you have the time,” neuvilette said as looked at you and there’s no way you could say no.

“of course! perhaps over lunch? it’s the right time, no?” you bounced back, now feeling excited than nervous. he chuckled at the enthusiasm as he agreed. “yes, you’re right. but perhaps you should know i’m not ready yet for someone to draw me a bubble bath after just one lunch.” he put his fist over his mouth, covering his smile. so turned out the iudex of fountaine has a mischievous streak in his personality after all.

that’s nice. not for your already beyond embarrassed state, though.

“wriothesley, just arrest me right now please.”  

#genshin impact #neuvillette

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Medusa

Summary: When Fury calls you into his office, you expected to be in trouble not to be offered a spot on the team with the Avengers. Unfortunately, you have a secret you want no one to know about.

Relationships: Avenger x reader (platonic)

Warnings: implied sexual assault, reader is a mutant (similar powers to Mystic), memory loss, mention of death, protective Avengers, fluff, small amount of angst

Medusa tattoo is often interpreted as representing strength, power, and female empowerment. More specifically, some people get a medusa tattoo to indicate that they are a survivor of sexual violence and to symbolize their own empowerment

You thought you were getting fired when Fury called you into his office. You racked your brain for any possibilities that could have led you here. All your mission reports were completed and handed in. You passed your certifications with flying colors. Maybe that dipshit agent reported you. What was his name? Tom? His hand drifted a little too low for your liking during training, and you punched him in the dick. Maria didn’t even bat an eye as he rolled around the ground in pain. “Why do you look nervous?” The director asked.

“Am I in trouble, sir?” You questioned. He folded his hands and rested them on his desk.

“Did you do something that would warrant you being in trouble?” You shrugged. The man rolled his one good eye and pointed to the chair. You sat down, a knot still formed in your stomach. “The Avengers have a mission, and I think your skill sets would be helpful.” He handed you a mission report. You opened it and glanced at it. There wasn’t a lot to go on. The Avengers were looking to get into a HYDRA base that was continuing experiments on misguided individuals. The problem was they needed to find out where the facility was located.

“In 3 days, there will be a party in DC where a few suspected HYDRA personnel will be there,” Fury explained. You looked at the man, still confused about why he believed you were the right agent for the job. “The team has someone in custody invited to the party.” There it was. You closed the file and handed it back to him.

“Do they know?” The question was burning on your tongue since he said you would be joining the team.

“Do you think I’d tell them?” The man looked offended. He was the only one that knew of the scars that covered your body. “No, they only know of your skills as an agent.”

“Nick,” you sighed, sinking deeper into the chair. You were the only one that called him that. He took on a father role when he found you. Instead of turning you in, he adopted you.

“Jr,” he rounded his desk to stand before you. “I wouldn’t have suggested you if you weren’t ready.” You looked at him. His one good eye softened slightly.

“When do I leave?” A smile formed on the man’s usually stoic face.

“As soon as possible. Maria is waiting for you at the compound.” You smiled; at least you would have a familiar face there. “You got this kid.”

*

“There she is!” Maria was quick to rush over to you and bring you into a hug. You saw Natasha walk over to you behind her shoulder. “The big man finally let you join the big leagues, uh, jr?” You rolled your eyes. Maria always liked to tease that you were Fury’s only soft spot. Hell, you were her soft spot, too. Once the agent released you from the bone-crushing hug, you faced the Black Widow.

“Natasha,” she offered her hand, and you shook it. Of course, you knew who she was. “Maria has not stopped talking about you.” You glanced at the agent, but she shrugged her shoulders. “She called you, Jr.,” the Black Widow slowly said. Are your parents agents?” Maria snorted but covered it up with a cough.

“Technically, yes,” you said. The redhead gave you a look for you to continue. “The director adopted me when I was 14.” Natasha’s eyes widened, and her head snapped to look at Maria. The agent cringed slightly. You knew the duo were dancing around being in a relationship- many SHIELD agents talked about it. “It was need to know,” you said. “He didn’t want certain people to find out.” It was understandable. The man had a long list of enemies. Maria put her arm around your shoulders.

“The team is waiting to meet you,” she said. “Are you ready to show them what you can do?” You weren’t 100% sure if you were.

*

“This is the agent the pirate wanted us to bring onto the team,” Tony said as you entered the meeting room. There was an empty seat next to Wanda; you took it with a smile. “She’s a kid.”

“So is Peter, and you let him on the team,” Maria defended.

“I’d be carefully talking about Fury,” Natasha smirked. “You are looking at his kid.” The billionaire’s jaw dropped. You shrugged.

“I didn’t know he had it in him to reproduce,” the comment got him a quick smack to the back of the head by Rhodey. You cringed even though he adopted you, the idea- Nope. Not happening.

“Ignore him,” Steve said. “We are excited to have you on the team.” You smiled at the blonde super-solider.

“Director Fury was unclear on what you could provide for this mission,” Vision said. You made eye contact with Maria, who winked at you. “Can you provide some insight?”

“I’m enhanced,” you said. “I spent time with Charles Xavier to get it under control.”

“Can you show us what you can do?” Sam questioned. You smiled and nodded.

“Maria, pick one of them,” the agent smirked and pointed to Steve. Sighing, you stood up and walked over to the super soldier. He rolled back in his chair away from the table. All you did was hold out your hand. “It won’t hurt.”

“Will it hurt you?” he countered. His statement made you frown. That was different. No one ever asked how your abilities affected you. You shook your head. It never hurt, but it left you disoriented. Steve hesitated but connected his hand with yours. Nothing happened, and you dropped his hand. Then you changed.

You remembered a time before Fury sent you off to Xavier. Every time you grabbed onto someone’s hand, you changed. Now, you can control it and only use your powers when you want to.

No matter how many times you did this, you found it fascinating. You saw the world differently each time. Now, with the super soldier senses, the world seemed sharper. Steve was taller and stronger than you. It felt strange being him.

“Holy fuck.”

“Language,” you said in Steve’s voice. The color was drained from the man’s face as he saw himself in front of him. You looked at Maria with a slight nod, and she knew what you were asking for. She’s seen your powers with Fury.

“Jr, what program did Steve enter to receive the serum?”

“Project Rebirth. I was the only recipient of the serum developed by Abraham Erskine,” you answered. That was an easy question. An answer was easily found in his file or at the museum.

“What are we looking at here?” Rhodey asked. You looked back at Steve.

“Ask me something personal,” you spoke in your voice. He stared at you before his eyes landed on the soldier across from him.

“The fight where I first met Bucky, why did I pick a fight with them?” You smiled.

“They demanded a fee for crossing Tenth Avenue,” you wink before changing back. You watched as your skin bubbled, and then it stopped. “The director said you have someone in custody attending a party you need information from. I can get you that information.” Watching people learn what you could do was always interesting—a range of emotions passed through their faces- amazement, fear, worry.

“How long does it last?” Natasha questioned. She was looking at you with fear even though she masked it well.

“As long as I want it to,” you sat back down. “In 15 minutes, once I stop using it, all your thoughts, memories, and secrets leave my head.” You saw everyone relax.

“How did you get this ability?” You shrugged at Wanda’s question.

“I don’t know,” you traced the groves off the wood. “Not even the director knows. I guess it will forever be a mystery.”

Living and training with the Avengers challenged you. They pushed you harder in training, and you felt yourself growing stronger every day. However, they challenged you to be more social. You were an introvert by nature, afraid to gain the trust of those around you. Your mind might not remember what you were put through, but your body told a different story. Scars covered your body, which was then covered with tattoos.

The team was used to seeing you train in a long-sleeve shirt, never a tank top or sports bra like Natasha or Wanda. No matter how much sweat dripped down your back, you stayed in the long-sleeve shirt. It only came off when you were in the shower or the comfort of your room. They never asked, never forced you to do anything you weren’t comfortable with. They provided you with an extra bottle of water or a hug if you wanted one.

Early on, you also learned they were highly protective over you since you were the youngest full-time member. Even at the HYDRA party, that went well, and you retrieved the information they fused over you. To your surprise, they kept you on the team and didn’t send you back to SHIELD with Fury’s permission. You were enjoying your time with them, your secrets trapped away until they came tumbling out.

*

You thought you were in the clear. The rest of the team watched a movie, and you told everyone you were too tired. However, you left your room and headed to the training area. All you wanted to do was work up a sweat and then go to bed. So you punched at the sandbag, only wearing a sports bra and sweatpants—the rock music you played in your ears blocked out the world around you. You focused on how your knuckles ached at each punch and the beating of your heart behind your ribs. You loved training. It was a simple reminder that you were alive.

It happens on instinct. You felt a hand on your shoulder and grabbed it, flipping whoever it was over and onto their back. The culprit was Sam. You pulled your headphones out of your ears and heard the pained groan the man let out. “Fuck, Sam, you can’t sneak up on me.” You knelt in front of him. “What hurts? Do you want me to get Bruce? How many fingers am I holding up?” He groaned again.

“The only thing that hurts is my pride,” he sat up and rubbed the back of his head. “I like your tattoos. I didn’t know you had any.” You sat down as your hand shook. You were so caught up on making sure he was okay that you forgot about the little clothes you were wearing. He saw them, all of them. Did he know what they meant? “Hey, jr, are you okay? You’re shaking.” You snapped out of it.

“I feel like I should be asking you that question,” you chuckled. He rolled his eyes and reassured you that he was fine. “But wait, aren’t you guys watching a movie? Why are you here?”

“We are watching a movie, and I suggested we have ice cream,” which was no surprise. The world’s mightiest heroes had the worst diets and the craziest sweet tooth. “I drew the short stick of finding you to see if you want any.” Sam stood up and rubbed his butt. “And my ass took one for the team.” You took his outstretched hand he offered you and helped you up. “So, do you want ice cream?”

“No, I’m good.” You wanted to get some air. He frowned.

“Are you sure? You never say no to ice cream. I’m not upset about what happened. We can keep it between us. Please.” You hated how easily it was for him to make you smile.

“I’m okay, I promise,” you began to unwrap your hands. “Have a good night, Sam.” You threw the tap in the trash can on your way out.

*

“Did she want any?” Natasha looked away from her bowl to see Sam without you. He shook his head. “The more of us!” Tony cheered. Natasha rolled her eyes.

“Did you know Jr. has tattoos?” She heard Maria drop her spoon in the bowl, and the agent looked confused.

“How many?” Bucky asked. Sam was constructing his ice cream bowl. He topped it with whipped cream before he answered.

“Her entire right arm is covered. I couldn’t figure out what they were, but on her back was a portrait of Medusa.” Natasha’s stomach dropped. The ice cream she was eating no longer tasted sweet. It was bitter, and it made her stomach turn.

“Medusa?” Wanda questioned. “Are you sure?” Sam chuckled.

“Kind of hard to miss. It’s massive with all the snakes and shit. A little creepy if you ask me.”

“Why would she get a Medusa tattoo?” Rhodey asked. But Natasha knew. It seemed Wanda and Maria knew as well. The three girls dropped their bowls on the nearest surface and left the group. Each one ignored the shots of their names.

“FRIDAY, where is Jr?”

*

Your feet skimmed the water below. The cold summer air caused goosebumps to form on your arm. You had no reason to wear a jacket once you left the training area. If Sam knew everyone else was going to find out. “Hey, Jr,” Maria’s voice made you smile. “Can we join you?”

“Yeah,” you whispered. Maria sat on your right and Wanda on your left. Natasha took the empty spot next to Maria. “They guys didn’t want to join you on a midnight walk.” You tried to joke.

“They are eating their weight in ice cream,” you heard the smile in Natasha’s voice. “I also don’t think they know what it means.” Right. The tattoo of Medusa is on your back, and her Roman story is detailed on your arm. Medusa was a devoted follower of Minerva. She left offerings and offerings to the goddess but was never acknowledged by her. Then, another god wanted her attention: Neptune. The god rapped Medusa in Minerva’s temple, and in revenge, the goddess turned Medusa’s beautiful head of hair into snakes.

“I don’t remember getting the tattoos,” you broke the silence. “I don’t remember much of my life before Nick found me.”

“He found you when you were 14, right?” Wanda questioned. You nodded.

“He says I had them when he found me,” you shivered and soon felt the jacket Maria was wearing around your shoulders. “He was in Ukraine, outside of Lviv, for a mission or something, when he found me in a field surrounded by dead bodies,” you played with the sleeves of the jacket. “We think they are the ones that hurt me. Nick took me in without hesitation. He saved my life,” you sighed, placing your head on Wanda’s shoulder. “I kept them hidden, not wanting people to question or bring attention to them.”

“You don’t have to hide them around us,” Maria said, slowly taking your hand in hers. “You can if you want, but we will never judge or hurt you like they did.”

“I could help you find answers if you ever want to know the truth,” Honestly, the truth scared you. You were already so broken. What if it broke you even more? “You are not broken,” Wanda whispered. It was hard for you to believe that.

“Sometimes I get flashes of what happened to me. Mostly in the form of nightmares. I’m not sure what’s worse than my body knows something bad happened to me, but my mind doesn’t remember it.”

“I think that you had to endure the pain, which is the worst,” Natasha spoke softly. You looked at the Black Widow, who was staring at the water. It was rare that her voice was that soft.

“Do you ever wonder why it was you?” you asked her. You watched her body shake as she exhaled. Maria placed her hand on Natasha’s thigh.

“All the time, but you’ll go mad thinking about the what ifs,” she glanced at you with a smile. “I’ve learned rather painfully that hiding away what happened or pretending it never happened hurts more in the long run.” The redhead placed her hand on top of Maria’s. “You aren’t broken, weak, or lesser because of what they did to you. You are stronger because you are still here despite all of it.” It was like she was telling you these things but reminding herself. You nodded and found yourself looking back at the water. The world was unfair, cruel, and twisted. These women, whom you grew to admire, knew the pain you experienced in some way and the story behind the tattoos that covered your body. How many others experienced it as well?

Hurried footsteps forced you to stand up and turn around. It was Bucky, and you were surprised by the force that he had hugged you, almost sending you into the water. Bucky was never known for his physical affection. He showed that he cared in much smaller ways, with a small smile and a cup of hot chocolate when you had nightmares. Even in training, he ensured your stance was correct and that you were training at your best. Now you weren’t sure if you could go a day without a hug from him. He was warm and strong, and you felt safe. “Do you know who did it?” Your body tensed.

“They are dead, Buck.”

“Good,” he kissed the top of your head. “I’d go Winter Solider on their asses for you, doll.” You laughed and shook your head. “Also, sorry about this.” Before you could question his meaning, he picked you up and threw you into the water. You breached the surface with a gasp.

“What the-”

“Cannonball,” you heard Tony yell. It was the only warning you got as the billionaire ran down the dock and jumped into the water. The splash wet those on the edge, and you heard Natasha yell at him. He resurfaced and shook the water.

“I am sorry, darling,” you watched Vision pick up Wanda.

“Vis, no! No!” But it was useless. The android dropped her into the water next. You laughed, the sound echoing into the night. Bucky smiled, gave you a salute, and jumped in. One by one, the team entered the water by either being thrown in or jumping themselves.

A massive water fight broke out, and FRIDAY brightened the surrounding area so everyone could see. You weren’t sure how long the team was in the water, but you were the last one floating on your back. “Hey, Jr,” you looked at Natasha. A towel was wrapped around her shoulders. “We are having smores. Are you coming?”

“Yeah,” you swam over to the dock and pulled yourself up. Natasha put her arm around you.

“I’m proud of you.” You smiled.

“I’m proud of you too.” Yes, the world was evil, cruel, and dark, but your family made it a little brighter.

#marvel #avengers

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Lassie || John "Soap" MacTavish

Summary: Request -Okay hear me out!! If you hate it you can change it to whatever bc you are amazing and crush every single request! Soap x reader where reader is maybe newer or helping with TF 141 on assignment... Read Rest Here

A/N: Ahhh had a grand old time writing this angsty to fluffy piece. Who doesn't love a good Scottish softie??? Ahh love Soap so much! As always please keep sending in requests :)

Pairing: John "Soap" MacTavish x Female Reader, TF 141 x Platonic Female Reader

Word Count: 3.5k +

TW: slight angst, talks of stabbing, lots of blood, talks of blood, despondent reader

Johnny turned looking back at you with a hint of a smirk on his face, “You alright there lassie?”

You huffed in annoyance as you tried to keep up with him under the fifty or so pounds of equipment you had on, “I’m fine Soap. Let’s just get out of here.” You pushed back your helmet that was just a little too big and kept sliding around on your head ever so slightly. You’d just completed the first part of the mission, disarm their equipment. Now the second part, get the hell out of there.

He gave you a quick nod fighting back the sight of you, “Roll out. Follow me.” He nodded his head to the left as he cleared the hallway. You kept on his toes as you quickly followed behind him.

He slowed down when he approached a door that was hardly propped open. Kicking the stand away from it he decided you were going through first. He grabbed you and pushed you through the doorway. Startled by his actions you weren’t able to stop from stumbling through. The door clicked with a shut as Johnny must’ve been preoccupied with something behind the two of you. Not thinking too much of it your heart only started to race when you realized the heavy steel door was locked. You gulped trying to pull it open but was met by only resistance.

You tried opening the steel door a few more times, but the lock wouldn’t budge, “Johnny?” You asked hoping your voice wasn’t echoing down the long hallway giving way to your position. Your hands were shaking as you grabbed for your gun just in case. You would be fine no matter what. You were trained for this. Price wouldn’t let you out of his sight if he didn’t think you could do this with or without Soap.

You couldn’t hear his voice through the door, but you could hear the tapping. It took you a moment, but you could make out that he was telling you to, “Go.” In Morse Code. You really wished you had your comms right about now. You were pretty sure you remembered to get out of the building, but you were also a bit frazzled with this being your first real mission out on the field. You could do it. Johnny wouldn’t tell you to go if he knew you couldn’t.

It was going fine until it wasn’t. You had only a little further to go but then you heard the voices. You ducked in the hallway as you listened in to the conversation. It was no use as you couldn’t understand what language they were speaking. You grabbed for the knife in its sheath on your side knowing a gun would be too loud and would really draw in unwanted attention. You had to get out of her without being noticed. You could do it. You were trained for this.

With a heavy sigh you pressed forward only dodging into hallways as you needed. Except you dodged too late one time and had been spotted. Without so much as a second thought you pressed forward driving your knife deep into the soldiers neck taking him by complete surprise. With your free hand you pressed your hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t make as much noise. You watched in horror as the light faded from his eyes. Your eyes welled with tears as you muttered a “I’m so sorry, I’m so so sorry.” Over and over again willing the unshed tears to retreat away one more. Gently, you pulled him into the hallway knowing you didn’t have much time and had to keep moving.

This was too much. You were trained, yes. But you didn’t know if you could do this. You didn’t think your mind could handle watching the light literally fade away from somebodies entirety like you just had. You looked down and shuddered seeing his red bed coating the front of your uniform.

You moved forward with your mind screaming at you to do the opposite. You took down two more even though you tried your hardest to hide. But it was kill or be killed and Soap would actually kill you if you died. So, you did what you had to do and killed them. You officially had a body count. You were officially apart of Task Force 141.

You jumped behind a column and sunk to the floor covering your ears with your knife pressed against your head dangerously close to cutting your cheeks when you heard gun shots ring out in front of you. You hadn’t a clue if it was friendly or not so you did what you could and hid.

It was Soap on a rampage looking for you. His comms were out as expected in the concrete jungle, so he was flying blind looking for you. He gulped when he finally found you crouched behind a hallway pillar. He noticed your shaking hand grasping at the crimson-soaked knife he knew you had to use. His eyes traced over your form looking for any obvious signs of injury, but it was hard to distinguish their blood from yours. You were covered. He fought back the urge to cringe at the sight of your fragile form. This was not supposed to happen. He was supposed to get you in and out in one piece. Sure, that was still going to happen, but you’d surely be messed up from this. Johnny saw the bodies. He knew you had to have killed at least three people in your attempt to get out unscathed.

“Love, we need to go.” He held out his hand hoping you would take it. When your wide eyes met his he knew he really messed up. You had trained for it sure, but you’d never actually taken a life before. Did you kill someone’s mother? Their father? Were their parents going to be looking for them? Would they simply vanish into thin air and be considered missing? All of these thoughts and many more made your brain a useless pile of mush. You were overwhelmed in the worst way.

“Lovie, can you hear me?” His voice was muddled but you could hear him. Johnny squatted so he was eye level with you. He pried the knife out of your hand slowly once he was sure you weren’t going to attack him. Not that you would mean it, but he didn’t know where your head was at.

Setting the knife on the other side of his feet he grabbed at the side of your head, “Y/N, are you with me? We gotta get outta ‘ere.” His eyes frantically searched yours for any sign that you recognized what he was saying.

Your eyes locked with his, “Yeah, sorry. I don’t… I don’t know what happened.”

He smiled with relief grabbing at your blood-stained hand, “There you are, bonny. It’s okay. Gave me a right scare there. Let’s go, we can talk about it later, yeah?” He held your hand this time the entire way out. He had killed far more many people as bodies were littered on the floor. Maybe it was simply inevitable. These people were going to die today whether it was at your hand or Soaps. It made the sinking feeling in your gut subside for just a moment as you thought about how you had killed people today.

You felt him squeeze your hand. Looking up you saw the concern once again washing over his face, “Sorry, what’d you say?” You asked while following behind him. He was moving slow for your sake. He knew you weren’t in the best headspace and didn’t want to push you too hard. You could handle it, sure. But he didn’t want you to hate him either.

“I said you did a good job back there lassie.” He gave you a sympathetic look knowing how in your own head you were at the moment.

You sucked in a breath, “I had too…”

He stopped you before you could say it out loud, “I know. It comes with the job. You didn’t have a choice lassie.” He gave your hand another soft squeeze before going through yet another door in the maze that was this building. No wonder comms didn’t work in this place. It was a cinderblock maze.

You let out a frustrated sigh, “I just didn’t think…” You trailed off once more not knowing how to string together sentences anymore.

“Didn’t think what bonny?” He pressed you on knowing you needed to get your thoughts out. He remembered his first time too. Nobody forgot. It never really got easier in the field you just got a little number to it each time. Kill or be killed. A mantra that kept you sane when your body count grew a little too high for even your own comfort.

“That I would have to take a life. I’m a killer Johnny.” You looked down in shame as if he too hadn’t killed people. Many, many people.

He stopped abruptly pushing you up against the wall as gently as he could, “I need you to listen to me lassie, do you hear me?” He whispered in your ear before taking a peek around making sure the two of you weren’t being ambushed.

When you nodded he continued, “You had no choice bonny. No choice. Price is right when he says it’s kill or be killed. You had to do it to stay alive. And I’m sure as hell glad you chose to fight. I… we love having you here with us. Now, let’s get home so we can get cleaned up.”

You gulped feeling a small weight being lifted off your shoulders at his rushed words, “Thank you Johnny.”

He grabbed for your hand again not willing to take the risk of getting split up from your again, “Anytime lassie.” He turned back to you once you’d made it a bit further, “100 more meters, you up for it bonny?” Nodding quickly, you tried to ignore his growing smirk as you were sure he noticed your cheeks giving you away. The way he was both calling you lassie and the new nickname of bonny had you swooning at the worst time.

Giving him a thumbs up you couldn’t get your brain to work. All you wanted was out of the damn building and back to the chopper. A warm shower really felt like it’d clear up half your worries right about now.

“Come on then.” He grinned pulling you along. He ran a little faster seeing you were keeping up now. When he pushed opened the door you felt your heart rate pick up in anticipation. Just a little further and you were there. Soap checked the surroundings making sure the two of you weren’t sitting ducks before taking off towards the chopper with you in tow.

As if it was second nature he picked you up and as gracefully as ever threw you into the chopper knowing that Ghost or Gaz would stop you from falling out the other side. He was right, Ghosts hands grabbed you steady when you came flying through the open door with Soap climbing in not too far behind you. Swiftly he shut the door letting the pilot know he needed to take off.

You noticed Ghosts soft brown eyes go wide under his balaclava seeing your blood-soaked uniform, “What happened Sergeant?” He looked over you and to Johnny who was standing there with his mouth open in surprise. It wasn’t often a mission got away from him. Let alone one with you. Gaz sat there motionless observing the chaotic scene unfolding before him. He knew it was best to sit back and let whatever was to happen, happen.

Soap pulled you over to the seat next to Ghost and sat you down seeing you were still a tad disoriented from the entire ordeal. Normally he’d be cracking a joke or making fun of you, but he saw that look in your eye. He remembered his first time being truly afraid. You must’ve been terrified. You had to kill, or you’d be killed. You’d heard it thousands of times already by Captain Price in your short stint with the 141 but it never really registered that you had to do it. It meant something so much more now.

Ghost watched as Soap buckled you in. He let him take care of your shaken figure before he would demand an answer. Ghosts eyes softened the softest amount seeing your wide, panicked eyes. You didn’t look hurt. Just afraid.

“A damn door LT.” Soap’s thick accent came out as he focused on you and really only you. It wasn’t out of character for the Scot. He always took care of his teammates. But neither Kyle nor Simon were blind to the way he lit up when you walked into his field of vision. How he always made excuses to be closer to you. How he just seemed happier when you were around.

Simon’s eyes left your body and moved over to Soap’s who sat down next to you, “Care to elaborate?” The Lieutenant didn’t use many words as was usual around the group.

He sighed looking at you solemnly, “We got separated by a locked door. She moved forward at my command and had to eliminate a few targets on her own. I got around through another exit but wasn’t quite quick enough. She’s been in and out of it since.” He spoke calmly as he buckled in. He grabbed a headset and gently placed it over your ears before working on his own.

You gave him a quick smile, “Thanks Soap.” It came out as more of a whisper. You felt utterly exhausted. Who knew a mission as simple as that could take it all literally right out of you? You tried to listen in to the conversation between LT and Soap as best you could, but it sounded muddled as your thoughts raced in front of you. You’d never felt so helpless in your life as your eyes landed on Gaz in front of you who only looked at you with that same concern you saw from not only Soap but Ghost as well. This was certainly not what you had planned when you graduated engineering school only five years prior. Life had a funny way of throwing you a few twists and turns.

“You ‘lright there lassie?” You heard the thick Scottish accent come from your side. They must’ve wrapped up their conversation as you were in your own head once more.

Nodding quickly your eyes broke away from Kyle and up to Johnny, “Yeah, yeah. I’m okay.” It was a lie. You weren’t really fine, but you would be. After a few days of self-wallowing and a some more training you’d be as good as new.

“You’re shaking.” He whispered right in your ear trying not to draw too much attention to your trembling hands

You looked down seeing what he saw. Sure, as hell your hands were shaking rapidly, and you hadn’t even noticed, nor could you stop it. The adrenaline mixed with exhaustion had your body all out of sorts. You turned your head to his just missing his cheek with your own before whispering back, “I can’t stop it.” Soap was the only one of the Task Force you were so open with. Ghost scared the hell out of you. Price felt like your father. You’d never had a proper conversation with Gaz. And Johnny was well… Johnny. He brought out the best in everybody including you.

He took your hands in his giving them a gentle squeeze of reassurance, “It’s alright bonny. We’ll be back on base soon. Get you to the medical tent for a check over. A nice hot shower after that. How does that sound?”

You shook your head trying your best to protest his statement, “Can’t I just take a shower?” You whined to Ghosts amusement beside you. He tried not to watch the tender moment between his two responsibilities but it’s also not like he could avoid it. You were quite literally pressed right up against him, there wasn’t a ton of room in the chopper.

“No can-do lassie. Watched you take a nasty hit to the head. Afraid some of that blood is yours.” He motioned to your head. How’d the massive helmet miss? You touched the tender wound on your forehead that was in fact bleeding.

Ghost grunted in agreement beside you, “Captain’s orders.”

Johnny gave your hands another reassuring squeeze, “It’s alright. I’ll come with ya. You’ll be just fine lassie.” Truth was you didn’t love doctors. And you really didn’t love military doctors. They were so much rougher and more abrasive than the ones back home.

“Fine.” You sighed giving up to all the stares directed right at you. Thankfully Johnny was right. The ride back to base was pretty short. Either that or you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder.

He helped you out of the chopper once you landed. Ghost gave him orders to take you directly to medical and to not leave your side. It’s like he knew you’d go right back to your bunk if you didn’t have supervision. He was right of course.

“You didn’t have to wait up on me.” You said as you spotted Johnny sitting in the waiting room for you. He rose and walked over to you in an instant.

“’Course I did bonny. Had to make sure you were alright.” He looked up to the doctor standing behind you with a kind smile on his face.

“She’ll be fine. Just needs to rest for a few days. Small concussion. I’ve already sent the file over to Price so he should not be expecting you at training tomorrow.” The doctor gently reminded you knowing that the soldiers needed a not so gentle nudge of a reminder sometimes.

Johnny nodded, “No need to worry doc. I’ll make sure she stays in bed.” Soap beamed giving the doctor that all to familiar Johnny grin which wasn’t always a reassurance.

“Right.” The doctor mumbled before departing behind the doors once more leaving you and Johnny alone in the lobby.

“They clean you up then?” Johnny asked as he stepped closer to you slowly. Almost afraid you’d shy away if he walked too fast.

You hummed, “Yeah, sorry. I didn’t know you’d be waiting. The nurse offered a shower, and I couldn’t resist.” You shuddered thinking of how the shower was nothing but red for minutes before the water could wash away all he blood.

“No, no. It’s alright bonny. I’m just glad you’re feeling better.” He took a step closer grabbing for your hand once more, “Let’s get you to bed, yeah?” He asked looking down at the time, 3 AM. For the first time that day he let you lead the way back to your room. He knew you needed some semblance of control after losing so much of it today.

Once you neared your room you slowed, almost hesitating when you reached for the door, “Everything alright lassie?” Johnny asked knowing something was off with you. He always knew.

You turned to him slowly, “I don’t want to be alone Johnny.” It sounded pathetic coming out of your mouth as you spoke to him.

His heart officially shattered then and there seeing you so unlike your usual self, “I’ll stay with you.”

“You don’t have to do that Soap.” You looked down embarrassed by your remark.

“Well, I’ll be. If you just wanted to snuggle why didn’t you say so?” He snickered before pulling you flush against his chest. Immediately you felt your cheeks start to heat under his comment.

“Soap.” You grumbled into his chest not having the energy

“’m just messing you bonny.” He kissed the top crown of your neck as his arm found a comfortable spot on your hip, “Get some sleep lassie. I’ll see ya in the mornin’.” His accent was thick as he too was exhausted. You snuggled in closer smelling his woody cologne that clung to his chest. Sleep came quickly as you were enveloped in his arms. And that might’ve been the best sleep you’ve had in a long time. For you only woke up when Soap’s training alarm went off at ten the next morning. He’d decided to skip the morning session knowing it was worth the wrath of Price for a few extra hours of sleep with you.

You yawned seeing him make his way towards your door, “Try not to get into too much trouble today.” You grinned seeing him surprised you were awake. He had thought he’d done an expert job of keeping quiet. He had been. You just missed his arms wrapped around you.

“I’ll try my best.” He laughed with a big smile seeing your much more coherent expression watching him curiously, “I’ll come get you for lunch, how does that sound?” He asked.

“I’d like that.”

He grinned once more, “I’ll see you soon then. Get some more sleep. You’ll need it.” You nodded at him knowing it wasn’t going to happen without his help. No, you were far too cozy before to even try and sleep right now. But you weren’t frightened anymore no. You were going to lay there and think about cozying up to Johnny’s body once more for it was a pleasure you never knew you needed. Leave it to Johnny.

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sincerity.

-> because gojo and geto have been in love with since they first laid eyes on you, and marrying you was the least of their worries.

a/n -> i started this with no plan in mind so here ya go :) (i just wanted to write for my boys <3)

pairing -> satosugu x f!reader

tw. mention of (attempted) forced arranged marriage, implied physical abuse

"there you are."

eyes peeling open, you glance up at the two shadows with a dazed expression.

geto shakes his head at you. "we've been looking for you everywhere."

"you're a pain in the ass when you wanna be," gojo grumbles, looking decidely less amused than geto does as he crouches down, raising his head to lightly flick your forehead. "you know that?"

you let out a giggle, it light and airy as you roll your eyes at the both of them. gojo and geto glance at each other at that, raising a brow before their eyes fall back on you, laid back on the floor, head tilted back as you peer up at them through the top of your lashes.

there's a light flush across your cheeks, skin dusted with a pretty pink, and your gaze is unfocused.

oh, they realize, you're drunk.

geto's eyes flicker to the table you're lower half was concealed by, only then noticing the many empty sake bottles thrown about half-hazardly.

gojo notices it at the same time and with a sigh, he presses his hand to his forehead.

"what happened?"

the smile on your face fades at that, falling with a twitch as the two of them stare down at you this time with concern clear in their gazes. an uncomfortable feeling twists deep in your chest and in your inebriated state, all you can focus on is that you really really don't want to talk about it.

any of it.

so, with a blink, you push yourself up, flipping yourself around so you're on your knees before them, grin back on your lips as you smile cheekily at them.

"nothing," you brush off, even though it's obvious it's not nothing. "let's do something fun."

gojo huffs and geto's face twists with hesitation; "y/n, i dunno if—"

geto is promptly cut off by the feeling of your weight falling against him, and he sputters for a second, confused, as he feels you crawl into his lap; something you certainly would not do if sober. your hands grab his shoulders, using them to steady yourself as you slip your legs around his waist, knocking him on his ass, instead of crouched like he'd been a second ago.

inhaling sharply the second you press your ass right against his nether regions, geto's hands are moving to your waist, hands tightening as he halts your wiggling.

"what are you—"

you just wink at him, head turning to rest on his shoulder as you turn your attention to gojo who watches on with barely concealed jealousy.

"satoru~" you call out, dragging his name out sweetly on your tongue as you stretch your hands out towards him, fingers wiggling. "come 'ere."

to his credit, gojo realizes he shouldn't given the fact that it was clear you were drunk and not in the right state of mind. but seeing you jump onto geto's lap like that had him burning with want and jealousy and he really isn't in the right state of mind himself as his submits himself to your call and crawls towards you.

you cup his cheek and gojo leans into the touch, mewling.

"pretty boy," you smile, blinking lazily.

gojo practically twinkles at the praise.

geto, still trying to ignore the feeling of you on him, maneuvers his hands, using his strength to push you back, albeit gently. you frown at his actions, attention turned away from gojo as you glare over at him, pouting.

"what's your problem?" you grumble.

geto just shakes his head, sharp eyes turning to gojo. "satoru," he calls, and gojo meets his gaze, ready to argue, before he sees the look being sent his way and is reminded of what's right (blegh) so he pulls his face out of your hand and grabs it instead to push it down, not letting it wander.

"y/n," geto calls again, and you turn to him, shoulders slumped, annoyed at your affections being ignored. "if this was any other time, we'd be all over you given that that's what we've been wanting for months and you know that. but you're drunk."

turning your face away, still perched on his lap, you cross your arms over your chest. "so?"

gojo coughs; "so... it wouldn't be right."

you snort. "as if the two of you care about right versus wrong."

"we do." geto pushes, thumbs stroking your hips. "when it comes to you."

you blink at that, eyes falling back on him with parted lips, before you turn to gojo; he wears a similar expression to geto. sincerity.

leaning forward, gojo brushes a strand of hair from your face, movements soft and gentle as he tucks it behind your ear. "what's the matter, baby? why'd you get drunk?"

feeling cornered and knowing they won't leave it until you answer, you lower your gaze. "it's stupid." you mumble, voice low, barely a whisper.

geto squeezes your hips, shaking his head. "nothing about you is stupid."

you hate them and their sweet, flattering words. you hate even more that it gives it's intended effect in the way that you're unable to resist either of them when they treat you like this.

"my father," you start, feeling that tight feeling your chest well all over again. the alcohol isn't much good for anything other than making you more emotional when forced to confront the emotions you'd desperately tried to forget in your drunken stupor.

"what'd your father do?" gojo sks.

"wants me to get married."

you feel geto tense underneath you and gojo's hand still against your cheek, there soothing movements on your skin stilling as your words hang in the air for a second.

"of course, it'll all be arranged according to him," you continue. now that the words were out, you found you couldn't stop yourself. you were angry and hurt and embarrassed and betrayed and it felt good to get all of your chest. "said i had no choice. i'm supposed to meet my fiance tomorrow... the wedding is supposedly next month."

you feel your eyes water, your emotions spilling over as your lips start to tremble. you can't look at their faces, ashamed even if you shouldn't be. it was your stupid father's fault and yet, you were the one being punished.

it was simply cruel.

your voice starts to tremble before you can stop it; "i haven't met the guy yet and when i tried to explain to my father that i wasn't ready, he... well..." you can't finish your words, the pain on your side that you'd been decidely ignoring, aching more than it had all night in that moment.

but geto and gojo aren't ready to let it go.

"he..." and geto's words are slow, calculated. "what?"

you just turn your head away.

"y/n," gojo calls, voice sharp, anger thinly veiled in his tone; but not at you. "what did your father do?"

"he..." still, the words won't come out. with a huff, you raise your shirt, showing off the bruise that had formed on your hip. your eyes fall shut when the both of them lean forward, geto's hand shifting to press above the bruise, holding his shirt up as gojo lets out a low, guttural growl.

"i'll kill him," gojo hisses, his voice the angriest you've ever heard it.

turning to geto, gojo emphasizes; "i'm going to kill him."

geto wants to agree but one glance at your red and teary-eyed face and he's nudging you to glance at them once again. you oblidge without much fight, turning to face them with wobbly lips and watery eyes, sniffling.

"y/n," geto calls, wanting your attention on him. "it'll be okay."

you just shake your head. "you guys don't get it. i don't have a choice—"

"marry us."

gojo's words cut in before you can finish and everything seems to freeze the second he says them. you pause, stilling in geto's grasp, eyes falling on the white-haired boy with disbelief, confused and bafflement all mixed into one.

for a second you think it's joking and you're about to curse him out for being so insenstive, but his face doesn't change and when you turn to geto, he seems just as serious.

"you're crazy," you breathe, mind spinning. "how... how would that—my father and..."

"the gojo clan is one of the big three clans, y/n. i have sway over these sort of things." gojo explains, face still serious, unwavering. "one word and anything your father says wouldn't matter a damn thing. and besides, i've been planning on asking you to marry me since the moment i layed eyes on you. suguru too."

lips parting, you turn to geto, only to see him smiling softly, nodding.

by the lack of geto's suprise to gojo's offer, you have the sneaking suspicion this is something they've talked about before.

"it can just be a formality," geto offers, sensing your apprehension. "nothing more than writing. i don't even have to be apart of it if you don't want. you just need the gojo name and then that would be that and you can continue on."

"or," gojo continues, "you can still continue on but... but it'd be real. not just a formality and not just in writing. we'd be your husbands and you'd be our wife. nothing would change other than our relationship to each other."

they stop at that, words left in the air as they both stare at you, waiting. your eyes flicker between the both of the, stunned, processing their words.

then, you speak up; "i could... i could still be a sorcerer?"

"of course," geto nods, not hesitating.

"either way," gojo agrees. "i would never take away your right to make a living for yourself."

"and... i'd be married to the both of you?" you whisper.

"if you want."

"only if you want."

you take the both of them in. seriously take them in. even with your mascara running and with a puffy red nose, they look at you like you're their whole world. this is how they always look at you, but it seems to really click in that moment.

their touches are gentle and reassuring and they don't pressure you. they wait for your answer and wait until you're ready to give it. gazes reassuring and smiles on their faces. there's apprehension and it's clear what they want, but they refuse to sway you either way.

they love you. they've told you before, many times but you'd always brushed it off.

you don't this time.

"okay."

the two of them glance at each other. "okay?"

"i'll marry the both of you," you whisper and the two of them straighten, eyes hopeful. "and not just a formality. but... but even if we're married in writing, i'd... i'd still like us to take things slow."

"of course," geto agrees instantly and you blink at how quick he is to oblidge.

"we don't have to have a wedding," gojo explains, then backpeddles. "not at first. it can just be in writing, to get your father off of you. then... in a couple months, maybe..."

"we can make a whole show of it," geto grins.

you snort at that, their excitement lightening your mood. "you're getting ahead of yourselves."

"can't help it," gojo breathes, leaning forward to press his face into the crook of your neck. "we've been dreaming of this."

the admission stuns you.

"don't look so shocked, baby," geto coos, squeezing you so you fall against him. "we've been in love with you for months."

you lean into their touch, basking in it. basking in how... full of love it is.

letting your head fall against geto's shoulders, you close your eyes. "thank you," you whisper into the silence. "both of you. for everything."

geto's grip around you tightens and gojo presses a kiss at the crook of your neck.

"anything for you."

#jujutsu kaisen #gojo satoru #geto suguru #poly!satosugu

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Synopsis — Spencer's favourite meal (aka dr reid eats pussy)

Who? — Dr. Spencer Reid x Fem!reader

18+ content — MDNI

small drabble post bcs pussy drunk Spencer is on the brain <3

"Spencer," you whine, "no more, please,"

"C'mon, baby," his voice is desperate and pained, as if he's the one who's been mercilessly toyed with this past hour or so. "One for more for me, sweetheart," he licks a long strip along your cunt, "one more."

But it was one more an orgasm ago. In fact, it was one more three, four, five orgasms ago.

Distantly, somewhere in the back of your frazzled and half-mush brain, you wonder if his jaw is sore – if he's really enjoying it as much as his humping and moaning seem to be giving away. Does he really get this much pleasure out of something as simple as eating you out?

But it's not that simple, no– not to Spencer.

For Spencer, it's the concept of your pleasure, the show you unawaredly put on: the hitches in your breath each time he puts his tongue on your clit again, the low moan when he sucks, the breathy please as you beg him to go faster. The way your hips circle and stutter beneath the hold his arms have on them, it's the way you sigh his name – low and dreamy as your back arches of the sheets when he makes you cum.

Spencer enjoys it all – craves it all, always. He's barely even lucid at this point. Your slick a most sweet elixir, throwing him deeper and deeper into a lust-filled haze till he's mindlessly rutting into the mattress and moaning into your core.

He wants to taste you again, taste your sweet liquor as you cum for him, again.

How can he not when your so pretty like this? taste as addictive as you do? make him feel half-insane as you moan out his name and grind your hips down onto his tongue – greedily asking for more, always wanting more, just as he so desperately does. You're the same as him, you want more, more, more – and he'll always so oh, so eagerly provide.

Your thighs are wet and sticky and Spencer seems to revel gleefully in the fact – he's made them like this, he's why your cunt is wet with slick, why your face is covered in tears and few smudges of mascara.

Spencer's mouth is hot on your pussy as he continues his work. He plunges two long and slender fingers inside of your, hooking them up as he moves them in-and-out, all the while sucking on your swollen clit.

"fuck," your back bows off the mattress. You're already so close – was close the moment he put his tongue on you again not even a second after your last orgasm.

"Spencer, please–" you don't know what you plea for – don't know if it's for mercy or for damnation. You're not sure if you should pull his head closer by the hand in his hair, or move away to stave off your orgasm. You're not sure you can handle more, even if you want it, you can't guarantee that another orgasm won't break you. But it doesn't matter, Spencer's movements are relentless, and either way he'll get you there – he needs to make you cum. Your hand in his hair remains neutral.

The coil in your stomach tightens, and you can already feel the familiar sweet, honeyed sensation fill you up. Warmth moving through your nerves and seeping deep into your bones. Your eyes are already closed, eyes sightlessly moving around beneath your lids as if caught in a restless dream — and you almost feel like you are in one: some feverish, psychosomatic sex dream.

Spencer efforts double, almost like he can notice the proximity of your orgasm, telepathically able to predict when the sensation is about to flood you even before you've been made aware yourself. His hips grind down harder against the mattress as he, seemingly unaware, tries to make himself cum to the sweet sounds of your pleasure.

His fingers move deeper, motions precise. The pads of his fingers nudge that soft spot deep in your cervix, and your legs are clamping closed, only held open by his bobbing head.

"Spencer!" you moan, "too much, fuck– please, honey, please," soft words bubble from your lips, your brain too pleasure-frazzled to form any other, more coherent requests.

Spencer's fingers continue their movements, his tongue moves up and down your cunt, before he rips out his fingers to stuff his face right in the centre of you to get a good taste, his nose brushing against your clit as he does so. You reward him with a cry, and he gifts you back his own moans. His sounds pressed deep into your cunt, making vibrations reverberate from your core to your chest, wrecking your body tremors as they flow through you.

He sucks and sucks, drinking your juices like a man depraved and dying of thirst. Spencer's always been an eager lover.

The coil begs to snap, stretched far too taught. His tongue plunges deep inside you, tasting along the spongy walls of your cunt.

All it takes is one simple movement from Spencer. His thumb circles your clit once, twice, his nose nudges your clit closer to his thumb – and you're screaming.

"Spencer!" you cry out as your back arches off the mattress completely. Your hips still held down by Spencer's strong arms intertwined around them, holding you hostage to his pleasure.

Moan after moan releases from your throat, mindlessly spoken words mixing in the middle: some please, some Spencers, a few cuss words in the bundle.

Despite the intensity you feel, the electricity that increases second by second, your hips act on a mind of their own. As every alarm in your friend brain goes off, telling you to stop the stimulation before you go insane, your hips yet continue to move, jerky circles following Spencer's still ongoing torment.

And Spencer's doesn't deprive you of any pleasure – his tongue still rapidly laps at your juices. The movements of his thumb on your clit are gentle, however. Slow, deliberate and soft circles.

Spencer doesn't fully slow down though, and before you can consider pulling him away with your weakened grip on his hair, Spencer's movements stutter. His body wracks with tremors, the movements of his mouth on you spasmodic. His hips thrash against the sheets. Spencer's movements are sporadic and shaky as his own cum erupts through his aching, hard cock.

Spencer's eyes roll far back into his skull, and you lean your head down to watch as his back bows while he whimpers and mewls against your pussy as he ruins the fabric of his boxers.

His hips continue to jerk, and he lays some soft, open-mouthed kisses on you as he rides out the high of a most divine feeling.

When his hips still, and sounds come back into focus, Spencer's hands loosen on you as he begins his ascent up your body, too eager to share the sweet taste of you on your tongue.

"mhmm," he hums against your pubic mound, laying a wet kiss as his handa move up to caress your body.

"you made me cum, pretty girl," he whispers against your stomach, you feel the curve of his lips around every word. "fuck, your sweet cunt and pretty sounds made me cum," another kiss laid higher up, "made me feel so good,"

You hum back in reply, unable to fully form a sentence yet.

"Didn't even need to try," he murmurs, and it's true. Spencer can cum from just looking at you, from your soft sounds and breathy whimpers. It's happened before, and it almost happened tonight when you moaned out his name all dreamy and dainty as he made you cum that first time.

"You sounded so pretty, too," his words carry on as his kisses move higher. He lays a wet kiss on your sternum, quickly darting out his tongue to lick a drop of sweat of your skin.

His big hands move all over you, from your hip to around your waist, then up to caress your chest, thumbs running over your nipples, before Spencer decides to taste them instead.

His hands wrap around your waist, pulling you closer as he settles himself between your legs.

His takes one breast into his mouth, sucking at the plump skin, head bobbing as he kisses and licks at your chest. His tongue swipes over your nipple, once, twice, three, five times till your hoarse voice whimpers out your pleasure – much to his satisfaction. He moves to repeat the same movements on the other breast.

Once he's satisfied, he releases you with a pop, the sound obscene and loud, contrasting your soft pants.

"Did you feel good, baby?" he speaks the words now against the side of your neck. You nod in response, your jaw softly meeting the side of his face as you do. Spencer chuckles at the contact, and moves out of the cervix of your neck to properly look at you instead.

His brown eyes meet yours. This close, you can make each individual flick of gold in his eyes, each green strand the decorates the brown.

"Tell me," he requests, soft and gentle. He kisses you tenderly on the lips. "tell me how good it felt,"

"So good, Spence," you reply, voice rough with use, whilst you wrap your hands around his neck, one burrowing into his soft curls. His eyes flutter as your nails lightly scrape his skull, and he feels a low buzz at the contact.

"Good," he kisses you again, satiated and satisfied with your answer.

It seems to you like Spencer's gotten his fill, for now. He's only made you cum, what? 5 or 6 times?

He kisses you softly, and you hope that Spencer's settling to rest with you.

He kisses you slow and soft, humming gently against your lips. He lays one kiss on your temple, another on your forehead, and one on each of your closed eyelids as you begin to settle and relax against the pillows, your brain wandering off as you lose time between each kiss and the next; your brain dozes off for half-seconds as the atmosphere quiets.

so calm....so quiet

Your grip on Spencer loosens, the entrancing, post-euphoria haze thickens and stretches time as sounds around you mute and an exhausted smile settles across your face as you give into that weightless feeling and finally rest.

—

Spencer's hands wander downwards, yet again, his fingers settling on your clit as he aligs his once more hard cock with your entrance.

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A/N — some late night Spencer thoughts. Been wanting to right for dr. pretty boy for a while now.

+ experimenting with shorter fics now, hopefully I'll write more like this? also it's not properly edited if u can't tell ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙

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