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Sweet Nothing - Clay Spenser

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Note(s): This is a long one that I honestly did not want to end. Also this is x reader but she goes by the nickname Mira. And anything in italics unless stated otherwise is them speaking Urdu. (Oh, and title is of course from a Taylor Swift song)

Tagging @nerdyreaderpapi who said they were really excited for this. Hope they and everyone else enjoys this.

Summary: Clay has a wife and no one believes him. He’s been a part of Bravo for eight months, the wife excuse is getting old, got old after the first month and yet he sticks to it, despite the fact that they never met her, don’t know her name, or seen a single picture of her.

Turning his phone on, a tired smile crosses his lips at the sight of his lockscreen and he can’t help the way his thumb caresses the screen as he mouths the words on it that he knows by heart, a yawn leaving him in the middle as he adjusts to being awake.

The always there ache in his heart, grows now that they’re so close to being home. And he has to resist rubbing at his chest. He didn’t need to catch Trent’s attention, the medic was like a mother hen to all of the team, but especially him since he was the youngest.

Unlocking his phone, he goes to his texts and scrolls through his missed texts, body relaxing into his hammock as he looks at the texts from his wife. Some just random tidbits of things she had to translate, or things she had to buy that they ran out of, things she made for dinner, how she forgot to pick her meds up but not to worry because she did end up getting them, just a week later than she should’ve and he can ignore the email from the pharmacy about it, and that yes Clay she knows she hopeless without him and she’s more than okay without.

He lets out a chuckle at one of her texts telling him that she wants a dog and he needs to stop dragging his feet about it.

“It’s been nearly a year, husband. The longer we go without any paws running about, the more I’ll want.”

He lifts his eyes from his phone, letting them drift around until they land on Brock who’s also laying in his hammock, though he’s more upright, Cerberus in between his legs.

“Hey, Brock.” “Hmm?” Clay doesn’t notice that the rest of the team have also turned their attention to Clay. It wasn’t often that the kid was talkative after missions, especially one like this one. “I’ve been meaning to get a dog, anything I should keep in mind with Cerb?” The dog lifts its head at his name, tail wagging as he looks at Clay. Brock runs a hand over the dog's head. “I’d say once they settle in, we introduce them, just in case.” “What kind of dog you getting?” Clay shrugs, “not too sure yet. It’ll be a puppy, that’s for sure.” His wife would have his head if they’re first pet together wasn’t a puppy. “Puppy? That’s a lot for our job.” “Yeah, who’s getting to watch it when we get spun out or are on deployment?” “My wife, who absolutely exists.” He throws up a middle finger at Sonny, already knowing what comment was going to leave the Texan’s mouth. He makes a noise and half hearted denial, but doesn’t say anything, jaw twitching as Clay tries to press that he had a wife on them again.

“She going to pick you up?” Clay’s eyebrow raises, and he pockets his phone as he feels a shift in the altitude. They’d be landing within the next thirty minutes. “I drove myself. So, no.” Ray makes a noise at that and he has to resist the urge to snap at him or one of the other guys who was staring at him.

“Join us for beers tomorrow?” Sonny asks, as they all step out and start heading to their cars. “We just spent nearly two weeks together, next time absolutely.” Sonny grunts. “Fine, but just remember what you're missing out on, GQ. I could get you a great girl.” “Married.” He shouts, as he rushes to his car. The door shuts before he can hear Sonny’s reply and with it comes a sigh of relief.

The drive home passes quickly and before he knows it, he’s in the driveway of his house. His wife’s car parked in its spot and the porch light on, with its automatic timer set to turn on at eighteen hundred and shut off at four hundred.

Clay feels the ache in his chest grow, being so close and yet still so far away. So, he doesn’t bother grabbing his go bag, even though everything needs to be washed, he just climbs out of the car, barely remembering to lock it and running up the steps to the front door.

Opening the door, he quickly steps into the house, kicking off his boots as he closes the door behind him.

“Baby?” He calls, anxiety and excitement warring inside of him. “Mira?” He uses the name that her parents started calling after learning that he and her grandmother had taken to calling her Miracle in Urdu. “I’m home.” He hears the sound of feet rounding the corner before a cry of his name greets him and he’s got an armful of his wife.

He holds her tight, lifting her off her feet, his hands moving down to her bottom to hold it as her legs wrap themselves around his waist.

“Fuck, I missed you.” He whispers into the skin of her neck, tears pricking at his eyes, as he takes in the feeling of home, the smell of it, of her. “Missed you too.” Her arms loosen from around his shoulders and she pulls back slightly, looking into his eyes as her hands come up to his face. She sighs, thumbs rubbing his cheekbones. “You got even more handsome. I think you can’t, then you leave me and somehow it happens.”

His cheeks turn pink at the compliment, the one she always gives him when he comes home to her. At one point he had denied it, thought she was just saying it, that she didn’t mean it, but with over a decade together, he knew that she meant it. It was clear in her face, the way her eyes were lit up in awe and they couldn’t stop looking at him. Clear in her body, how her breath still sped up, heart hammering in her chest.

Emotion bubbles up in him, how overwhelmingly he is in love with this woman and has been since they met, since he was fifteen. And he knows that if he speaks right now, he’ll stumble over his words, so instead he presses their lips together.

And the ache that had been plaguing him vanishes at the contact. At the soft lips pressed to his. Her hands slip from his face to his neck, her right pointer finger tracing the shell of his ear making him tighten his grip on her and press his tongue to the seam of her lips, gently touching them, before retreating. Even with the sigh into his mouth.

“Do you have anything cooking?” “No.” She breathes, “take me to bed, soldier.” He grins at the command, pressing their lips together, once than twice before starting the trip to their bedroom. “Yes, ma’am.”

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“Stop looking at me like that.” She murmurs, eyes scanning the menu. “How am I looking at you?” She lifts her eyes off the menu, her husbands grinning face staring at her. “Like you won the lottery.” His grin grows wider, eyes alight with amusement. “Everyday with you is like winning the lottery, miracle.” She has to look away for a moment, lips pressing together to suppress a giggle. Fuck, her husband was a charmer.

Her eyes drift back towards the menu. Despite having dinner two hours earlier, she was hungry again, but not hungry enough to eat something all by herself, so it was a good thing she had Clay with her. She swore sometimes he had more than one stomach on him with the way he ate.

“Want to share a chicken strip basket with me?” “Sure. You want a beer?” He asks, looking out for a waitress. “Please, just whatever you get.”

Resting her chin on her hand, she watches as he orders for them. Seamlessly keeping the waitress's attention off her.

“It ran over. Complications?” She asks when the waitress leaves, curiosity pulling at her. He nods, “Intel was bad. HAVOC nearly blew a gasket.” “But, no injuries.” “No injuries.” The whole team had basically been glorified bodyguards for two weeks. “It was a milk run that went long. Only reason we were there for so long was because of the intel and having to get new contacts.” She hums, switching back to english. “This place seems nice.” She takes a glance around. “Only opened up a month or so ago. Kids aren’t allowed after eight.” “Yes, sir.” The waitress says, setting down two beers in front of them. “And the last family we had just left. So just a warning the music will be going up and our cook is only here until ten.” “Thank you.” She smiles at the waitress. “Of course. Let me know if you need a refill and your food should be out shortly.”

“She’s nice.” “Hasn’t worked long enough in food service.” Her eyes roll. “Says the man who's never worked in food service.” “But you did. Worst six months of our marriage.” Her mouth falls open, “you were deployed for all of it.” He shrugs, “you were miserable working at the place. Me not being there just made that worse.” “Such a softy.” Clay smiles, tangling their fingers together on top of the table. “Only for you, my miracle.”

They're halfway through their beers when the music gets turned up and their basket of chicken strips arrive. Grabbing one, she hisses at how hot it is immediately dropping it back down. She shakes her hand out, rubbing the pads of fingers together.

“Cut it?” “Please.” He doesn’t say anything, sending her a fond look before grabbing the fork and knife that had been resting on the table and cutting the chicken up.

Nearly an hour later and on her third beer and last one, since Clay was also stopping at three since he was driving, the door opening to the bar and raucous noise catches her attention.

Turning her head, she eyes the group of six men and two women, military she noted by some of their stances and they way all the men seemed to be surveying the building. It’s then that her eyes focus on their faces and her eyes widen, recognizing some of them.

“Clay,” she kicks his shin lightly. She hears his sharp intake of breath and she blindly reaches for his hand, squeezing it tight. Her heart thuds painfully in her chest when he grasps it tight, clinging to it. “Do you want to leave?” “No.” “Are you sure?” “It's your choice.” She takes her eyes off his team, going to protest, but he stops her. “No, it’s your choice. I know you don’t particularly like them.” His face twists at that, because that was a light way of putting it.

His wife nearly despised them for judging him just because he had the last name Spenser. Add on Sonny’s treatment those first few missions and how Jason treated him after that first time he worked with Bravo. He was surprised that she hadn’t stormed onto base using her clearance to give the Master Chief a piece of her mind. It wouldn’t shock him if them meeting eventually resulted in that happening. She wasn’t one to hold back, not when it concerned him.

She eyes her husband, remembering how he had come home practically collapsing in her arms because of Bravo, because he had the last name Spenser and more stupid military men weren’t willing to not judge a book by its cover. Remembering their refusal to believe that he was married, all because he won’t introduce them or talk about her, because he was a kid, despite being twenty-seven. But she also remembers the light in his eyes as he talks about Cerb, Trent’s mother henning, Ray’s quiet accompaniment to the range. He’s been with them for nearly a year and she knows that they’ve become like family to them, so close to being brothers in not just name but also bond. And she knows that the only thing that is stopping him from letting them in and really see who he is behind that cocky façade is her. And she can’t deny him family, more people to love him, so she squeezes his hand again.

“Let’s stay.” “Really?” She nods. “They’re your brothers, honey. I can’t deny you people that love you, just because of my misgivings.” He looks at her in awe, blue eyes shining. “I don’t deserve you, not one bit.” He sounds reverent and before she can deny it, protest, he’s leaning across the table, crushing their lips together in a passionate kiss.

A loud whistle breaks them apart and he’s still looking at her in absolute awe. “You, Mrs. Spenser, are going to be spoiled so much later.” She swallows harshly, thighs pressing together at the promise. “And I can’t wait, husband.” His eyes flash but the sound of a chair being pulled out stops him from kissing her again.

“I’m going to take these up and get something else to drink. You want anything?” She asks, grabbing their beer bottles. “Water, please.” She nods, flashing him a smile before standing and heading to the bar, a slight limp in her gait.

He watches her, heat simmering inside of him.

Clay looks away when someone sits across from him, knocking their feet together,

“Would ya look at that, GQ. Said you didn’t want to come out drinking with us and we still ended up at the same place.” The Texan accent makes him sigh. “Sonny. First stop of the night?” “Yeah, even managed to get Blackburn to join us.” Clay spots the rest of the group in the corner where there’s pool tables, brows going up seeing Naima standing next to Lisa. He had forgotten that her parents were in town this week. “Naima eat?” “You think Ray would’ve let her out of the house to drink without food in her stomach?” “I don’t think Ray tells her to do anything.” Sonny laughs, “right you are, brother. Last time Ray tried to tell her to do something,” he whistles. “I don’t think I’ve seen a man regret something so much.” He chuckles, he hadn’t been part of the team for that but he could imagine it. “Lisa text you, we were coming here? Decide to join us anyways?” “No, I actually,” he begins before he can continue, two glasses are being put on the table and a familiar weight is settling on his leg that’s planted outside the booth.

“Next time we should Uber, they’ve got some interesting cocktails.” She tells him, before turning her head to look at the stunned Seal sitting across from them. “Hi, I hope I wasn’t interrupting.” Clay has to press his face against her back to hide his smile. She knew damn well what she was doing and he couldn’t love her more for it. “No, ma’am. You known Clay long?” His eyes flicker between the two. She lets out a laugh, just a little off from her normal one. “Long enough.” He squeezes her waist and she relaxes a little back into him. “Well, my name's Sonny Quinn, I work with Clay since he ain’t got the manners to introduce us.” She extends her hand, giving the Texan’s a quick shake before giving her name and they both watch as his jaw drops and his eyes widen. “But please, call me Mira. Everyone does.”

“Spenser?” He repeats, barely hearing her request. “Yes, sir. And proud.” She lifts her left hand and gives it a small shake where both his grandmother’s wedding band sits and her grandmother's wedding ring. “Well, it’s a pleasure to meet you” He manages to say after a few seconds. “Mira, I don’t think you’ve met the rest of the team, but if you’d like you could join us. We're just playing some pool and drinking.”

“Join?” The french makes him blink, but he nods. “Sure.” “We’d love to.” He blinks at the language change, but nods, standing. “Alright, then. Can I get you anything to drink?” His eyes flicker to Clay, expecting to see some sort of scowl on the younger man’s face at his offer but the kid just looks amused and tension he didn’t know he was holding, vanishes. “I’m alright. I just got us some water.” She tells him, standing, grabbing one of the waters from the table.

Nodding, he watches as Clay also stands, doing the same as her, his arm looping around his wife’s waist, lips brushing her temple. They make an interesting picture, a pretty one. Cause of course Clay would have a wife even prettier than he was.

Leading them over to the corner that Bravo had commandeered, Jason spots them first, smiling at him, before a brief look of concern takes over at his wide eyes. And a quick nudge to Ray’s ribs from Jason gets everyone else's attention.

“Ladies,” he nods to Lisa and Naima, “gents. Look who I ran into?” He steps aside letting them more easily see Clay, who’s setting their waters down on a high table they took over. “Hey!” A few say at the time, catching other people's attention for a moment. “What are you doing here?” Lisa asks, smiling at the youngest member of Bravo. He tilts his head to the left, gesturing, “date night. Went to dinner then ended up here. Would’ve gone somewhere else if I knew who we’d run into.” He grins, catching the elbow his wife starts to throw before it can make contact. “You love us.” She teases and Clay rolls his eyes but the soft line of his shoulders and grin betrays him. “And who is this?” She looks at the woman next to Clay offering her smile. She smiles at the woman who Clay talks about fondly, always having their back in HAVOC, “I’m Mira, Clay’s wife.” Her smile doesn’t flicker at the sharp intakes of breaths her introduction causes. “You must be Lisa, Clay talks about you often. He talks about all of you often.” She looks at the rest of them. Naima hits Ray’s chest. “I had no idea that Clay was married.”

She quickly shakes the younger girl's hand. “I’m Naima, Ray’s wife. If Ray had something sooner, we could have set up something sooner. All of us wives and girlfriends have a groupchat. I know how difficult it can be.” “Thank you. We’ll have to exchange numbers. You have two kids right? Jameelah and RJ?” “We do.” Her smile widens at Mira remembering her kids names just from hearing Clay talk about them. “Clay mentioned them. He’s never been uncle Clay before. Came home all lit up.” He nudges her slightly. “They meet you and you’ll be Auntie.” “Damn straight, I married you for the benefits, honey.” “And my body.” He grins down at her, holding her tighter against him. She pats his chest. “And your body.”

Naima awes a bit at the young couple. She remembered when her and Ray were first together, they had also been stuck together at the hip. Now with being together for so long and two kids, there wasn’t a lot of being stuck at the hip.

“How long have you two been together? Or married?” She asks, curious. They seemed like newlyweds, just a couple of months under their belt, still firmly in the honeymoon phase. “Been together for twelve years, married for eight.” Clay tells everyone, a proud look in his eyes. “Seven, honey. We got engaged eight years ago.” She corrects, watching the shocked faces of his team. He scowls at the reminder of the near year of waiting he had before they finally could get married. “Worst year of my life.” “It wasn’t even a year!” “It was nearly a year.”

“Now, why do I feel like there’s a story there?” One of the guys says, recovering first. “Trent,” he offers his name, just in case. “That would be because there is.” She pats Clay’s hand. “Clay and I got together when we were fifteen, but there’s nearly a year between us. So, Clay turns eighteen, proposes, is already to go to the courthouse and be married and I had to remind him that we had to wait a good eight months to get married since I was still seventeen.”

“The wait was horrible.” He groans. Mira laughs, “what wait? The only thing that changed was my last name and us getting a piece of paper. Nothing else changed.” “Sex.” Sonny chokes on his beer. “We had sex before.” Lisa lets out a laugh at the exasperated look on her face, she already liked this girl. “Yeah, but it wasn’t married sex.” “Oh my god.” She rolls her eyes, not needing to look at him to know he was grinning, chest puffed out a bit.

She looks at the other women in the group, “Please save me from him.” Naima laughs at the girl, but steps over to the booth where Brock is sitting and motions for her to join. “Sit with me and Brock. I want to know all about you.”

She feels Clay squeeze her hip and brush his lips across her temple before letting her go. She sends him a smile before joining the older woman at the booth, sliding in on the same side that Naima’s sitting on.

“Nice to meet you, Brock.” She greets the man. “You too.”

Clay watches as Naima and Mira start to talk, Brock paying rapid attention if the way his body language is anything to go by.

“So, Bam Bam does have a wife.” He scowls at the Texan, “Told you I did.” “Still. Can see why you kept her away. She’s so far out of your league.” Sonny laughs, sending Clay a wink as he dodges an elbow from Lisa. He looks back at Mira, who’s laughing. “Damn right.”

He felt lucky most days that she even took a glance at him.

“Why did it take so long for us to meet her?” Jason asks. “Does she not like the job? Cause problems at home?” Clay scoffs, “god, no.” It wasn’t that they hadn’t had problems, they’d been together for over a decade they had them, but the idea of his job causing some was laughable. “She encouraged me to enlist, wouldn’t have made it as far without her. And she understands the job.” Something in his tone sets Jason on edge, “Not too much, I hope.” “Spenser,” Eric starts, realizing where Jason’s head went and it’s clear Ray did too by the way he sets his pool cue down. He sticks his chin out, shaking his head. “She’s a linguist.” He gets blank looks. “She knows as many languages as me, more. She’s been a consultant for the CIA since we were twenty. She’s got higher clearance than me.” Sonny whistles, “she’s really out of your league.” He grins at him.

“So, what was the problem?” Jason asks and god was he like a dog with a bone. He could tell there was a reason and all of them knew he wouldn’t stop until he knew why. Clay sighs, sending a look over to Mira, who sensing it, looks back at him and sends him a smile and nod. “I talk shop with her.” Jason sends him a disapproving look, but he ignores it. He liked Jason, but he wasn’t about to take relationship advice from the older man. “So, if I’ve had a bad day or something went wrong I talk about it.” “I don’t get it.” Lisa whacks the Texan on his arm, understanding why Clay hadn’t introduced her or even talked about her. He sighs, “she doesn’t like you,” he looks at Sonny. “Or you.” he looks at Jason. “What? For what reason?” Trent and Ray let out laughs at Sonny’s confusion. They could take a good guess for why she didn’t like either Sonny or Jason and they couldn’t say they blamed her. “She doesn’t have much tolerance for anyone who sees the last name Spenser and immediately assumes I’m like my father.” Jason winces at the statement and reminder of what he had first thought of Clay and how he treated him because of it. Yeah, he could see the reason for dislike. “Shit, Bam Bam. I fucked that one, huh?”

Clay smiles at the older man, “give her a year, maybe two. You’ll get off her shitlist.” “And me?” Jason asks, noticing that his eyes hadn’t drifted over to him. He winces, “that’s a bit more complicated.” Ray lets out a laugh at Jason’s face, slapping him on the back. “I told you that one of these days your big mouth and unwillingness to let things go would bite you in the ass.”

“He did not, Mira!” Naima’s scandalized voice rings out and makes them all turn their heads to look over at the booth where her, Mira, and Brock were sitting. She lets out a laugh, people’s reactions to how exactly Clay proposed never ceased to make her laugh. “He absolutely did.” Naima’s scandalized expression vanishes and her jaw locks as she ushers the younger out of the booth, turning her attention to the man they had just been talking about. “Clay Spenser!” His eyes widen at his name being said like that and he sends a look to Ray, but the 2IC just shakes his head. He was on his own with this one. “I can not believe you! Proposing like that!” She stands with her hands on her hips, lips pressed together in a frown. He relaxes at that. He knew how he proposed wasn’t normal and had pointedly not mentioned how he had to her parents or his grandparents knowing he’d got smacked upside the head. “Naima, I was eighteen.” He pleads, putting his hands up in surrender, sending a look to Mira who’s giggling. “Really, it’s funny more than anything.” “Oh, I’ve got to know this.” Sonny mutters under his breath. There would never be enough material to tease Clay with. And something from his relationship, well that was even juicer.

“How exactly did Clay propose?” Lisa asks, wondering what had the normally chill woman up in arms. “Well, honey, should I tell them or do you want to?” She asks, teasingly as she walks over to him. He wraps an arm around her, pulling her closer. “You can, miracle. Already told it once today, what’s two times?” She nods, wrapping an arm around him as well. Might as well get as comfy as she could with all the eyes on her.

“Well, you already know that Clay was very eager to get married.” “Be a fool not to.” He mutters, interrupting her which she ignores but Trent snorts hearing the mutter. “But he was really eager. My parents and his grandparents were missionaries, so they kept odd hours, were really only home to sleep and even then sometimes depending on how bad the area they were at was they sometimes would sleep there. Which meant we had a lot of time to ourselves.” The guys all grin at that, knowing exactly what that meant. “And with our luck, the week that Clay turned eighteen, they were away helping a village six hours away that experienced a horrible fire.” That earns a few frowns, but everyone is still listening intently to her.

“So, when it rolled over to midnight, I woke him up to wish him a happy eighteenth and to have birthday sex.” She earns a few laughs at how unashamed she is and she smiles at the sound. She could blame it on being a horny teenager but she still wanted to climb Clay like a tree as much if not more than when they were teens. “In the middle of said birthday sex, he just asks me to marry him. Tells me that one of the guys in the village we were in owes him a favor and we could take his truck to get married as soon as the sun was up.” “You didn’t?” Clay shrugs at the disappointed look from Jason. “I’d been thinking about it for months, it slipped out.” He defends. “It was sweet.” Mira also defends him. “Even if my response put a damper on things.” He winces at that, because yeah, he hadn’t reacted the best to hearing the word can’t right after he had proposed and then forced onto his back so she could ride him. It was one of the few times that he had stopped in the middle of sex for a reason that wasn’t cramping or someone knocking on the door. “And what was your response?”

“Can’t, just the word can’t.” She gives Clay a sorry smile. “Even in the middle of sex the logical side of my brain was working.” “Sounds like someone wasn’t doing a good job.” Sonny jokes. “Nah, I was thinking of a way to flip him on his back right before he started talking.” Sonny lets out a loud laugh at that and the way it makes Jason slightly bug eyed. “I definitely like you, Mrs. GQ.” “Can I be Mrs. Bam Bam instead?” She asks, grinning. “Rolls off the tongue better.” “You can have whatever nickname you want, Mrs. Bam Bam.” The Texan tells her, a bit more southern drawl in his voice as he gives her a wink.

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nevilles-insinuations · 2 years

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Fear of Falling - Clay Spenser

Summary: You have a nightmare and Clay tries his best to comfort you, if you'll actually let him

Word Count: 650

You don't scream when you wake up from nightmares. Hearing your own sharp breaths and that heaviness deep in your gut was torture enough. Almost as if you woud be trapped in those seconds of confusion forever. The shock of whatever horror your subconcious had come up was just enough to render you breathless for a while. After that, there's no talking. Just the sound of absolute quiet, trying to find comfort in the silence. Eyes staring into darkness, making sure the shadows are just objects. The chest of drawers. That pile of clothes that you said you would put away but didn't. Your breathing slows a lot quicker on the nights Clay is asleep next to you. One of his arms is tucked around the pillow, which his blond hair is practically buried in. Seeing him makes the weight on your chest disappear, but still you don't immediately move from that spot.

He's asleep, he's fine, he's just asleep.

You hate waking him up, he never minds but you still do. Looking over to make sure he was still snoring, your feet finally meet the cold floor, sneaking to the kitchen. Sitting there, trying desperately to scrub the images from your mind. The cup of tea makes a good distraction, despite the caffeine that would no doubt screw you up in the morning. While those thoughts raced your mind, he stirs awake. SEALS are pretty light sleepers from their training, plus Clay can feel that you aren't next to him. Seeing the light filter through the door, he knows. So he sneaks across that same freezing floor. Clay is still rubbing his eyes, groaning at the change from pitch black to the lights but he needed to check on you.

Upright on the couch, you had moved on to a glass of water. He recognises the symptoms well. Dry throat and a vacant stare. Clay can see you look annoyed with yourself for being weak, for mixing the two worlds you try very hard to keep separate against the pressure of breaking apart. Your legs are tucked underneath your torso and the drink isn't even finished. He glances at you from the doorframe and you nod that everything is fine. Fortunately, tonight wasn't one of the worse times. Those nights when you could barely separate fact from nightmare. And just for a second- there was a part of you that thought he would never be there laying next to you ever again. Knowing you're seemingly alright, Clay returns the motion, slowly heading back to the bedroom.

It was a long 15 minutes before, you too, made your way back over. Anyone who saw the scene as you opened the door again would assume Clay had fallen back asleep. Arm tangled back under the pillow in an attempt to block the light from his eyes. His figure was almost still, except for his chest moving up and down.

But you knew better. Knew him better.

Your boyfriend's arm was closer to the left side of the bed, ready to stayed wrapped around you until morning. As you slides back into the crisp sheets, a strong arm clutches your waist. You would laugh if you had the energy. Hopefully for the rest of your life, he would be there to hold you in times like this. Clay doesn't have to say anything, as your smaller fingers lace with his. A kiss to your shoulder and things are a lot calmer, like nothing ever happened. Something about his touch makes you forget the feeling of the cold kitchen floor that still stung on your feet, that you had been so quick to escape to. They don't mention it in the morning but you notices how he holds for a little longer, his gaze lingering just in case. And for that you kiss him deeper as a thank you, which he graciously accepts.

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disasterfandoms · 2 years

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Future Home || Clay Spenser Headcanons

@rebelwrites “Hey saw you had preference requests open, can I please get one for Clay Spenser x Reader house hunting and him wanting it to be the perfect house and him planning his future with reader 💜 thank you”

A/N: Hi! I’m sorry this took so long, but i’m glad i’m finally getting it out! I hope you enjoy!

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- He would ask you to move in spontaneously, probably after an op that affected how he saw his life.

- You both would dream up the perfect house, with big windows and a fenced in yard, so your future kids could run and play when it’s warm.

- He would want privacy, so somewhere where the neighbors aren’t too close, but let it still feel homey.

- Actual house hunting would be a disaster, as he would become insanely picky.

- He just wanted it to be perfect for you, while you didn’t mind if it was a fixer-upper, as you can make it your own.

- Eventually, you found a three bedroom home, with lots of natural light and privacy. You have to fix it up as you go, but you almost prefer it that way.

- Moving in would often get interrupted by an OP, making you the one who does it all on your own. You get everything assembled and put away, and can finally relax until he came home.

-He would want to get working immediately, fixing appliances and other things, as you would bake and help when needed.

-Eventually, ypu two would settle into routines. one of which is sitting on the porch at sunset, watching the world pass you by as you talk about your forever.

#clay spenser #clay spenser x reader #seal team #clay spenser imagine

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seal-team-bravo · 8 months

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I apologize for being so inactive.

I've been in a huge creative slump and my university course has consumed my life.

I promise I will be back writing soon.

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bravo4iscool · 4 months

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sister

there‘s too little trent in this world, so take this🕺

i hope you like this lol.

reader is clay‘s little sister and her nickname is „missy“, it‘s no indication of her name tho :)

word count: 5k

not proof-read :)

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REQUESTS/ASKS OPEN!!!

You happily smile and run into your brother's arms as soon as you see him. „I missed you big man,“ you laugh.

„Missed you too, Missy,“ Clay whispers into your hair, holding you close for another minute. „Thank you for inviting us,“ he then tells you, breaking the hug with a big smile on his face.

You grin and lightly shove his shoulder. „Of course I‘d invite you. It’s not often you have free time, you know. Besides, I don‘t want to spend Thanksgiving alone.“

When you look behind your older brother you see his team members finally approaching. They were waiting at the beginning of your driveway. They weren‘t all here today though. The team leader, Jason Hayes was with his family, as well as Ray Perry, but the others were invited to your Thanksgiving dinner.

„Hello, welcome,“ you enthusiastically greet them, waving. „Nice to finally meet you all. Clay told me much about you guys!“ You smile at them, shaking hand after hand.

They all smile at you and then one of them starts speaking. „Thanks for the invite. I‘m Sonny. I‘m surprised Blondie never told us about you,“ he tells you and you side-eye Clay before you start laughing.

„I think I need to have a talk with him regarding that matter,“ you tease. „But, let’s not talk about that! Please, come inside.“ You motion them to follow you and walk into your house. It was a little small but perfect for you. You couldn‘t imagine living somewhere else.

They follow you like a bunch of lost puppies and it‘s more than funny to you. You show them your living room and tell them to sit down. You would bring the food shortly, you say.

Clay follows you into the kitchen where you run around humming to yourself. „Are you trying to feed a whole bataillon?“ he laughs and you shriek.

„Jesus Christ!“ You place your hand over your heart. „Don‘t scare me like that!“ you scold him, jabbing your finger at him.

„I’m sorry,“ he laughs, pressing a kiss to your head. „Won‘t do it again. I just wanted to help you,“ he explains, starting to stir the gravy. „Been with these guys for too long.“

„Well, you chose to, didn‘t you?“ you ask putting the pie in the oven. „By the way,“ you look at him. „Who‘s the one with the beard?“

„We all have a beard Missy,“ Clay snorts and you roll your eyes.

„The one who didn‘t talk,“ you explain, tilting your head at your brother. „He only looked at me a bit strangely.“ You place the baking gloves on the counter and wipe a couple hair strands out of your face.

„Could be Brock or Trent. Why you wanna know?“

„He’s cute,“ you say with a shrug and Clay stops stirring. He turns around, eyes wide.

“No. No, no, no! You won’t make a move on one of my teammates!” he almost screams and you only laugh.

“Why not?”

“Because, firstly, I would work with the man fucking my sister, which is already weird enough and, secondly, you know our job,” his voice turns serious. “I don’t want you to…get your heart broken.” Clay averts his gaze, memories of his own breakup with Stella surfacing. She wasn’t able to live with the fear of losing him…

You already had him to worry about but dating another SEAL? He didn’t know if you could take that much stress and uncertainty. He wanted only the best for you.

You sign and walk towards him. “I know your job,” you confirm, gently placing your hand on his upper arm. “But does a dangerous job mean you guys are unlovable or don’t deserve it?”

You look up at him and he wants to cry. You were right but still, he didn’t want you to love one of them. Without saying anything he pulls you into his arms and keeps you close.

“Don’t…do anything you’ll regret,” he whispers and you tighten your arms around him. You never wanted to let him go. You’ve missed him too much…

“I promise,” you whisper back, a little tear escaping your eye. “Besides, I just said he’s cute. Never said I’ll make a move,” you then immediately joke, breaking the hug with a sniff.

Clay only rolls his eyes, trying to hide his smirk. “Maybe you did but I know you better.”

Trent sits on your couch, involved in a heavy discussion about football with Sonny. The Texan couldn’t accept the fact that he was the only hardcore football fan.

“We can watch soccer instead,” Brock retorts with a snort and immediately gains a death glare from Sonny.

„We‘re in America and in America you watch football!“ Sonny proudly exclaims, straightening his back and popping out his chest. „Besides, it‘s a long Thanksgiving tradition!“

Trent just rolls his eyes and pushes himself off the couch. He would look and ask if he could help anywhere. He’s not used to doing nothing. His hands are itching to do something.

When he‘s about to enter your kitchen he sees you and Clay breaking a hug. He decides to wait outside. You haven’t seen your brother in a long time and he wanted to give the two of you some privacy. When he‘s sure he can enter he slightly clears his throat.

You look to the door and smile when you see one of Clay‘s teammates. „Hey,“ you greet him, walking over to shake his hand. „Can I help you with anything?“, you want to know and he shakes his head.

„No, thanks. I actually wanted to ask if I can help you,“ he answers, trying his best to not look too intimidating. His height didn‘t help with that. „I‘m Trent, by the way,“ he’s careful not to stumble over his words.

He was nervous. Why was he nervous? You only were Clay’s sister. He didn’t know you. You didn‘t know him. So, why the hell was he nervous about talking to you?

„Uhm,“ you look around and totally miss the way Clay eyes his friend with a stern gaze (You didn‘t miss it). „I actually do need help, yes. These-“ you point at a couple of pots and the turkey. „-need to be set on the table.“

“Okay,” Trent slightly smiles before he looks at Clay. “You wanna help?” The younger SEAL stares at his friend for a couple seconds before he nods.

“Yea, I’ll tell you where to put it.”

“Great,” Trent mumbles as he picks up the turkey and leaves the kitchen, Clay following him with one of the pots. You look after them with a smile, then a laugh when you hear how your brother instructs his friend.

You decide to head to your living room to call the other guys. „Food‘s ready,“ you smile at them, peaking your head through the door. Sonny immediately stands up and claps his hands.

„That‘s my call!“ the Texan says and Brock snorts. Then he also stands up and walks towards you.

„I hope this isn‘t too much to ask but the dog‘s still in the car and I wanted to know if I‘d be allowed to get him out?“ He lightly tilts his head and you nod, an excited grin on your face.

„Sure! You can go and get him. Clay told me much about Cerberus!“ Relief washes over Brock and he excuses himself to get Cerberus. Normally he always took him with him but he didn‘t know how you‘d react to the shepherd dog.

„I‘m surprised that he didn‘t go crazy already,“ Clay retorts, suddenly by your side. „That dog‘s his life…“

„Well, at least he‘s got someone, no? Dog or not.“ You smile at your brother before you leave him alone to sit down in your dining room. „Are you coming?“ you turn around and he nods before following you.

„Missy, it‘s me!“ Your head shoots up when you hear Sonny‘s voice. What was the Texan doing in your house? Not that you didn‘t want him here, you‘ve become amazing friends with Bravo Team since your Thanksgiving dinner but it was 12am, so why was Sonny here?

Your head pops out of the kitchen and you eye Sonny. „What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work.“

„Trent said I need to step back for a day or two. That fucker got me the wrong way during sparring,“ he explains while he stretches himself on your couch. „You have no problem with me being here, do you? I can also leave if you want me to.“ He looks up at you with a raised eyebrow.

„Oh,“ you smile. „No, you can stay. I have no problem with that.“ You turn to leave to the kitchen again then you turn around once more. „I hope you‘re fine lasagne? Clay asked me to cook it since he‘ll be around for lunch today.“

Sonny starts to grin and stand up immediately. „Did you say lasagne? Count me in Ms.Spenser!“ He follows you to the kitchen like a lost puppy and you laugh at that.

„You really want to compete with Cerberus, do you?“ Sonny only snorts at your question and sits down on one of your kitchen chairs. You laugh and shake your head. „Normally he‘s the one following me to the kitchen like he‘s a saint.“

„He ain‘t a saint,“ Sonny retorts and you grin.

„No, he‘s not. But you are?“ You turn to look at him, just fast enough to see him smirk.

„Never said I was one,“ he answers with a shrug, a full grin now working its way onto his face. „No one‘s a saint,“ he continues, stretching out his legs. „Except for you maybe. You come quite close to one.“

„Why‘s that?“ you ask, sprinkling cheese over the lasagna. You glance at him over your shoulder. He has his hands crossed in his lap and his head laid back, eyes closed. You smile at that sight. If you learned one thing about Sonny it was that he always acted all tough and untouchable but deep down he just wanted peace and calm…

„You‘re nice, you care for us, Trent has a crush on you,“ Sonny starts listing, not paying attention to the fact that he‘d just exposed his brother and you freeze. Trent had what? Surely you must‘ve misheard it. „Jason likes your muffins, Clay isn‘t bitching around that much when he was with you before.“ Sonny opens his eyes and looks at you. „You want me to continue?“

You shake your head and walk over to the oven. „No…“ you sound a bit confused, almost irritated by Sonny‘s words. „You don‘t need to praise me to the heavens, Sonny.“ you force a smile at him. „I‘m just…a normal person. Nothing special.“ You push the lasagna inside and turn the oven on.

Sonny tilts his head at you. Something he said caught you off guard, he can feel it. „Is it because I told you Jace likes your muffins? I was not supposed to tell you but-“

You turn around. „It‘s not the muffins Sonny.“

„Mhh…“ Sonny recalls everything he told you and then his eyes widen. „Oh shit! It‘s what I said about Trent, right? Oh fuck!“ He stands up. „Look, just- I don‘t know… Just because I said it doesn‘t mean it needs to be true!“

You shut him up with your gaze and for a second he just stands in your kitchen staring at you. Then realization hits him. „Oh… You want it to be true, don‘t you?“ You feel blood rush into your cheeks and avert your eyes. Sonny wouldn‘t let you hear the end of it now…

You expect the Texan to crack jokes and maybe laugh but he just looks at you. „You like him“, he then slowly puts the pieces together further and you simply nod along. „Now I own Ray 50$, damn.“

Your eyes widen and you open your mouth. „You had bets on me?“ He can‘t be serious, can he?

„Of course,“ Sonny seems so casual about it. „Ever since you brought Trent soup when he had a cold. You didn‘t even do it for Clay when he was bedridden.“ You don‘t know how to respond to that. If the team knew… did Trent know it too? Your palms start to sweat.

„Does…does he know?“ you carefully ask Sonny and he snorts. Was that a good sign now or a bad one?

„That fucker is as oblivious as Cerb when Brock tells him they‘re going swimming but instead he drags him to the vet.“ You blink at Sonny, not sure what to do with that answer. Sonny sighs. „Long story short, he doesn’t know. He doesn’t even think there's a possibility of you liking him back. That man is so head over heels over you that he tries to find even the slightest excuse to show up at your front door.“

„He…does?“ you’re still surprised by the fact that Trent apparently also likes you. You didn‘t know how to process all this.

„Of course,“ Sonny laughs. „Matter of fact, I‘m 100% sure he’s trying to convince Clay right now to let him come with him. Man‘s desperate to see you.“

You want to answer but then you think for a second. Why was Sonny telling you all this? Why was he breaking Trent‘s trust like that? This wasn‘t normal for Sonny…

„Why are you doing this Sonny?“ You then decide to ask. „Why are you telling me all this? Aren‘t you…betraying Trent right now?“

It‘s 11, maybe 11:30pm when you leave work and the cold wind collides with your face. You shiver and pull your jacket faster around you. You should‘ve taken your fucking car instead of walking to work this afternoon. You curse yourself as you quicken your steps and look around almost paranoid.

With Clay being your brother you always were very aware of what was happening around you. Clay made sure to teach you what he thought was necessary for you to know, that included the observation of everything around you and you’ve never been more thankful for it. It made you feel a tad more safe, especially now that you were walking around alone at night.

When you hear footsteps getting close to you you fish for your phone, never being more happy to have Clay on speed dial. You press your phone to your ear, your eyes glancing behind your shoulder. There was someone…

You decide to walk another way back home. One where you walk through the more populated areas of the town. While you try to keep an eye on your surroundings you wait for Clay to pick up. When he doesn‘t you suppress a curse and dial the next number. Sonny.

He would pick up, no? He is always on his phone anyway. But Sonny doesn’t pick up. You try to reach Clay again, then Sonny. They don’t answer.

“Fuck,” you breathe out, glancing behind you again. Whoever was walking behind you was surely following you. You’ve been taking other turns for the third time in a row now and they were still behind you.

You squint at your phone and take a deep breath. Without thinking twice about it you dial Trent’s number. You’re afraid you’ll break your phone with the grip you’re having on it but you try to keep calm. Clay prepared you for situations like this. Kinda.

“Trent? It’s me. Am I interrupting something?” you let out a relieved breath when he answers. “Could you do me a favor?” you’re even more relieved when he immediately answers with a yes. “I’m on my way back home from work and there’s someone follow-“ you can’t even finish your sentence before you hear him get up and grab his keys.

He asks you where you are and you quickly send him your live location. He promises you he’ll be there as fast as he can and your legs nearly give out from the sudden reassurance. You thank him over and over, quickening your steps once again.

“I’ll be there in 15,” you hear Trent say and you visibly relax. “Stay where you are, try to find a crowd or something close to that. I’m gonna stay in the line,” he explains and you nod, telling him you’ll do the best you can.

Your eyes scan the buildings surrounding you and then fall onto a small 24/7 shop. There surely was someone who could keep you company while Trent arrives, right?

“There’s a uh store,” you carefully say, your feet walking yourself over there almost by themselves. As expected Trent tells you to enter and look out for someone.

A small ‘ding’ signals you entering the store and you immediately start to hide between the shelves. And you were right to do so because only seconds later the bell rings again. You take a deep breath and grab one of the baking mixtures to look busy.

Then you call Trent’s name again. “I’m pretty sure they followed me into the store,” you quietly say, trying to glance around as unsuspiciously as possible. You pause for a second, the grip around the baking mix tightening. “Please tell me you’re here soon…”

“5 minutes,” he tells you, flooring the throttle of his truck. “5 minutes, then I’m there.” His grip on the steering wheel turns his knuckles white and he needs to keep himself calm more than ever.

On the battlefield he never was that nervous. His brothers could take care of themselves but you… You couldn’t.

Yes, Clay probably taught you basic self defense, he thinks but still. He could protect you better than you ever could…

When he arrives at your location he doesn’t bother properly parking his truck. He jumps out and tries to calmly walk towards the store but it‘s like his feet are itching.

He raises his phone, looking at the still ongoing call. „I‘m here,“ he tells you and then he opens the door. You‘re in his arms before he can even blink.

He stumbles two steps backwards before he can wrap his arms around you. „It‘s okay, it‘s okay,“ he says, his hand finding its way to the back of your head, keeping you close to him. „You’re not alone anymore.“

„God, that man was creepy,“ you breathlessly laugh, breaking the hug. You immediately miss the warmth Trent generated and heavily blush. „I‘m sorry for calling you so out of the blue-“ you want to apologize but he’s raising his hand to stop you.

„No, none of that. You can call me whenever you need. I‘m always there for you,“ he explains, looking you deep in the eyes. „Now, did you see the man? Do you know who he is?“

Trent‘s eyes narrow and the sparkling got replaced by a dangerous look. You shiver and swallow. You turn so you stand beside Trent and then you nod into the direction of a man. „That‘s him,“ you say. „He‘s been following me for at least three blocks.“

Trent looks at the man, then at you. „My truck‘s outside. Gimme three minutes and I‘ll join you there. I don‘t want you to witness this.“ He looks at you again and you nod.

„Okay. I‘ll go and wait…outside.“ You turn your back to Trent and leave, adrenaline pumping through your veins. You knew what he was gonna do. He‘ll nicely confront the man and probably calmly tell him to fuck off.

You stand beside his truck, already climbing in since it‘s still running and you can already see yourself patching up his bloody knuckles later. You sigh when you think about that. Sometimes you thought that he was just chasing trouble…

„Why are you looking at me like that?“ you mumble into your pillow, your eyes heavy with sleep.

„You’re pretty,“ Trent says and you can hear the smile in his voice. You quietly laugh and rub your eyes. Then you sit up in your bed and look at him. He sits on the floor, his back popped up against a wall.

„How long‘ve you been watching me?“ you want to know, smiling at him. He accompanied you home after the incident the night before and he refused to leave…

You offered him your couch, your bed even but he declined. So, he probably was awake the whole night, making sure you’re safe.

“I woke up about two hours ago,” he lies, placing his arms on his bent legs. “I made breakfast,” he then tells you, standing up with a low grunt. “Get ready, then we can eat.” He smiles before he leaves your room.

You quickly stand up and throw on some clothes before you rush to the bathroom to get ready. On the other side of your flat stood Trent in your kitchen, asking himself if he was going crazy.

He couldn’t think straight whenever he was with you and damn, it was showing. Telling you you look pretty while you just woke up? Watching you sleep in the first place? What the hell was he going through?

He wasn’t unfamiliar with being in love, that’s what brought him his two ex wives… So, he really wasn’t new to it but why was he acting so weird with you now? It shouldn’t be weird, no?

“You made all this?” your voice pulls him out of his thoughts and he looks at you. Fuck, you were even more beautiful now… How was he supposed to look past that and just…be normal?

„I did, yeah,“ he smiles, hiding his fidgeting hands behind his back. You grin up at him, the crinkles around your eyes showing and he just feels like he’s falling in love with you all over again.

„You didn‘t have to,“ you laugh, crossing your arms in front of your body. „This is- You didn‘t need to-“ you want to finish your sentence but Trent interrupts you. He gently leads you towards your table and pulls back a chair for you.

„I wanted to,“ he simply says. „Besides I already got the call that I need to leave soon, so I just wanted to make you happy before I and the team vanish for god knows how long again.“ He sits down opposite to you and fills your and his glass with orange juice.

„Will Clay pick you up?“ you ask, taking a sip of your orange juice. Trent shakes his head saying something about Clay not being allowed to know he was here and that Sonny wouldn‘t let him hear the end of it if he found out that he spent the night at yours.

You only laugh at that and continue to eat your breakfast. „I can drive you?“ you then suggest but he kindly denies.

„I can drive on my own Missy, don‘t worry. Besides, don’t you have to work today?“ Trent chews on his bread roll, curiously eying you but you just shake your head. You wouldn‘t need to work the next three days.

Your lungs sting as you run into the ER. You look around, panic in your eyes, your body shaking.

“Ma’am? Can we help you?” a young nurse asks, clearly worried. “Is everything okay?” She gently places a hand on your arm and your head snaps towards her.

“Clay Spenser. Where is he?” you rasp out, eyes teary. “I’ve been told he’s here.” Your voice breaks and the first tears run down your cheeks.

The nurse nods along and carefully leads you down a hallway. “I’m afraid we can’t help you but my colleague can surely tell you which room he is.” She smiles at you and you want to smile back but you just…can’t.

After half an hour of asking around you’re finally led to your brother’s room, your throat dry. You didn‘t know anything about his condition. Everything they told you was that he was being treated in the hospital.

„One of his friends is also in there,“ you’re informed as you come to a hold in front of the room. „We can ask him to leave at any moment though since he does not count as family.“

You only smile at the nurse. „No need for that. I…know him.“ You didn‘t know who of Bravo was with your brother right now but nevertheless you knew him. And besides, this team was family. They maybe didn‘t share the same DNA but the same blood was adorning their hands.

When the nurse was sure you were fine on your own she left you at the door, a comforting hand on your shoulder before she walked away. You stare at the door, taking a deep breath and opening it with trembling hands.

You pushed it open, your breath hitching when you notice all the monitors scattered around the room and the endless beeping of said machines.

You can see someone move and walk towards you in the corner of your eye. You know who it is when he lays his arms around you, pulling you into his embrace.

Trent doesn’t say a word while you cry, only holding you close and keeping a hand comfortingly on your back. He felt a bit helpless right now, not really knowing what to do but all you needed was just him holding you…

„Thank you for staying with him,“ you whisper after a couple moments, sniffing and breaking the hug. You want to wipe away your tears, feeling embarrassed for losing control like that but he gently wraps his hands around your wrists, pulling them away from your face.

You’re confused for a moment but then he pulls out a tissue and carefully starts to wipe away your tears. You feel like you could start to cry all over again.

„Thank you,“ you sniff again but he just shakes his head.

„You don‘t need to thank me.“ Then he pulls you into his arms again, planting a kiss on your head. „You both are family.“ Trent breaks the hug and cups your face with gentle hands.

„I know you’re scared for him right now,“ Trent glances into the direction of the bed where Clay was laying. „But he’s stable. He‘s pulling through. He’s a strong one.“

Your hand reaches out to place it over his, pulling them from your face and holding them in yours. You say nothing, only holding his hands and working up the courage to finally look at your brother.

„How did it happen?“ you ask, your voice almost being stuck in your throat.

„That’s…classified. I‘m sorry,“ Trent says in a quiet voice. „But, he’s got a couple of broken ribs, his lungs have seen better days and the fingers of his right hand are broken.“

Fresh tears gather in your eyes as you listen to Trent, letting go of him with trembling hands and walking towards Clay. „I told him that his job would demand its tribute sooner or later. He didn‘t listen…“ You sniff, carefully sitting down at the edge of the bed. „He never listens to me…“

“I thought you’d kill me as soon as I wake up,” Clay breathlessly laughs while you take a look at his bandages. He was currently laying on your couch, letting himself be treated by you.

“I would’ve,” you mumble. “If it weren’t for Trent.” You reach for the bandage tape and rip off a piece to place it over his arm brace so the bandage would stay in place.

Clay looks at you, tilting his head. “You like him, don’t you?” he then carefully asks and you halt for a second.

“What if I do?” you return the question, avoiding his gaze and fumbling with the tape in your hands.

You can feel your brother looking at you anyway, his eyes burning into your head. “I’d probably try and beat him up.”

“You would fail.”

“I know.” His hand reaches for yours and you finally look up. “I know what I told you when you first met them and…I still mean it but I can’t control who you love.” Clay pauses for a second, his gaze softening. “If you love him then so it be… Besides, he also has a thing for you but I think you know that already.” Clay starts to chuckle at the end of his sentence, his thumb carefully stroking the back of your hand.

“Guard your heart Missy. Don’t give it to the next best asshole.”

“Are you saying your friend is an asshole?” Your eyes widen with surprise.

“That’s not what I said!” Clay immediately shakes his head. “He’s a good guy—I know that for sure—but there are dudes who aren’t as amazing as lovely Trent. I’m asking you to be careful about them.”

You slightly smile before you sigh and stand up. “I don’t think you have to worry about me Clay. I’ll be fine as long as you don’t decide to run into a grenade anytime soon again.”

“I didn’t do it on purpose,” he grumbles, rolling his eyes in a joking manner. “Sonny said the path was clear.”

“You think he’s okay with this?” Trent carefully asks as he intertwines his fingers with yours.

“I don’t care what he thinks,” you reply, leaning against him, looking down at your hands. “I’m a grown up. I can do what I want.”

Trent chuckles, glancing at you with a gentle smile. “Do I need to expect the big-brother-talk?” He then wants to know. He needed to know what he needed to prepare for when he saw Clay again.

“More of a big-brother-beating,” you snort with a laugh. “I told him he’d lose and he knows it too but he wants to try anyway.”

“I promise I won’t be too hard on him,” Trent laughs, pressing a kiss to your head. “He’s still not cleared to operate so I need to look after him anyway.”

You don’t reply to that, only enjoying the moment, finally in Trent’s arms, without having to worry about anything in the world. You knew that sooner or later you’d be confronted by his job and its bad sides but right now you didn’t care about that.

You were with him and that was wall what you needed right now.

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lmao-liz · 2 years

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a/n - this is mostly for myself since clay has my heart but enjoy Ψ seal team watchers or not

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Secret Relationship ━ @chibsytelford

dating clay spenser includes ━ @melwilson

Mistake ━ @rebelwrites

Mini Bravo Six ━ @rebelwrites

New Arrival (HC) ━ @rebelwrites

Birthday Girl ━ @rebelwrites

You Gotta Be Quiet �� @rebelwrites

Head And Heart ━ @rebelwrites

Nurse ━ @lotsoflovefromlea

The Ground Will Shake ━ @theysayitscrazy

Sick Day ~ Sick Day 2 ━ @theysayitscrazy

Fluffy Alphabet ━ @disasterfandoms

Dating Clay Spenser Headcanons ━ @disasterfandoms

NSFW Alphabet ━ @disasterfandoms

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Love Is A Battlefield ━ @rebelwrites (all time favourite)

From Heaven, To Hell And Back ━ @rebelwrites

Hidden In Plain Sight ━ @rebelwrites

Doctor’s Orders ━ @theysayitscrazy

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shoot-the-oneshot · 2 years

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Call sign Guardian angle

Requested by Anon “we have to stop meeting like this.”

Brock Reynolds x reader

You just so happened to be walking past the command room when you over heard bravos team leader call for air extraction, “negative Bravo 1, to many tangos in the air the helicopter wont get cleared for take off you’ll have to exfil on foot.” Davis informed over coms. “We are surrounded we need air support now!” Jasons anger could be heard even over the choppy radio, you knew it wasn’t your place and not your call but you’ve covered Bravo team from the air multiple times, you even assisted them on your first solo air strike,

so to say you had a soft spot for that team wouldn’t be far off. With a curse you stepped through the open door your flight suit standing out against the room of blue camo, “If I can provide cover for their helicopters would that get them cleared?” You asked making the room freeze around you, Bravos commander reached over Davis and spoke into the radio, “Stand by Bravo 1.” Then turned his attention to you, his eyes raking over your suit no doubt looking for a team patch or anything that would give up who you were only finding your top gun patch and call sign. “provide cover how? You are aware they are deep in enemy territory correct?” To which you shrugged your shoulders you were used to being in hostile environments, well over them anyways. Taking a step closer holding your hand out to introduce yourself, but someone beat you to it. “Lieutenant Y/n Y/l/n call sign Guardian, shes a fighter pilot,saved our asses a few times too”, Davis chimed in sending you a wink she knew exactly who you were and how a certain member of Bravo felt hearing your voice in the field, this was however her first time meeting you in person, “My jet is still on the runway it would take one call to go back up” you pushed, “a fighter jet is harder to get cleared than a fleet of Helios while we appreciate your help it would take to long,” Blackburn said, Turing back to his team to find another way to get his men out. “Good thing I’m better at asking for forgiveness than permission!” You yelled out, already making your way back to your jet. By the position of it you could tell Davis called and told the crew the plan. Pulling your steps down and climbing up pulling your helmet back on and getting situated again. “Havoc to Guardian do you read?” You heard over the coms her voice much different to the tower you were used to. “Guardian to havoc read you loud and clear,” you watched and waited until the ground crew waved you on. “Guardian Cleared for take off, Helio 13 cleared for take off,” the tower called feeling the rumble of your engine through your body would never get old always pulling a smile to your face, nothing would ever beat the feeling of being in the air just you and your jet, steering the joystick to line up with the runway, throwing a salute to the crew as always. Pushing the throttle you launched off the deck into the air banking hard left wing pointed down to the sea below and the other the sky as you made a flyby the communication room, Blackburn and Davis watching through the window, “fighter pilots always making risky moves.” Seeing you no furthers than twenty inches from the ship, “it seemed risky is just what we needed,” Davis stated before calling to update the team, “All bravo callsigns we have Air exfil inbound.”

“How’d that get cleared I thought we were on our own?” Clay asked Jason the team hunkered down behind cover taking shots through the windows of the house they were hiding In. The enemy hadn’t let up and he doubted they just changed their minds. “I don’t know.’ Havoc repeat your last?” The boys sat waiting throwing he occasional frag when the shooters outside got to close. “Air exfil and support in bound, Oh and Bravo five your going to love this.” Davis could be keep the smile out of her voice, the team turned to Brock, who had no idea what she meant, if this was just air support you would already be screaming across the sky to the team in distress but you were just playing defense today so you followed close behind the chopper your radar scanning the sky for any tangos. “Guardian to havoc can you patch me through to bravo?” You spoke through your headset, “affirmative patching you through.” “Good morning Bravo team your saving grace is two mikes out.”

“Angel?” “Bravo 5, We’ve got to stop meeting like this.”Hearing your voice Brock lets out a chuckle, he was the one to give you your call sign on your first op he called you the teams guardian angle and guardian stuck ever since, unless Bravo was around. the team knowing you were close started cracking on Brock, “uh oh angles are singing boys,” Clay who was new had no idea who you were. “Who are we talking about?” Before they could respond your voice cut through again “Havoc am I allowed to shoot at these guys or strictly intimidation?” Brock couldn’t help but smile a bit you hadn’t changed while he had never met you outside of coms he knew his little crush had grown just a bit. “Negative on the shooting Guardian.”

‘Alright alright’ you spoke to yourself coming up on the village Bravo was hiding in. flying as low as you could you dove down the side of the three story building and flew over the trucks the shooters were hiding behind. The shock and jet wash was enough to make them tuck tail and run giving bravo team enough time to reach the helicopter that landed behind the building. “That’s who we’re talking about” Sonny shouted to Clay to be heard over the helicopter rotors and your engine. “Guardian say hello to blondie Aka Clay Spencer.” Clay looked out the helicopter looking for the jet coming off empty until you rolled to the side from underneath completing a full roll around them. “Nice to meet you Clay,” waving to the team from your cockpit, moving to fly ahead of the helio, the team was confused normally you disappeared as quick as you showed up but you were staying right with them, “Hey pilot, why is she staying with us?” Sonny asked, Brock paying more attention than he was before, wondering the same thing. “She’s stationed on the ship,” hearing this Sonny snapped his head over to Brock, “well lookie here you might get the chance to meet your girl,” he didn’t even know your name and now he was supposed to just walk up to you, and say what? “Havoc to guardian, we have a blimp on your radar do you read,” taking a look at the radar you spot the blimp “Copy havoc going to investigate.” Brocks heart skipped a beat hearing this of course exfil was to easy, he just wished he was in a position to help if you needed it.

Pulling your nose up letting the wind push you up and over the helicopter (the gif above) rolling back over, the blimp getting closer they were flying the same altitude as the helio so you went up to 25,000 feet since you were so close to the Blackhawk you doubt they even knew you were there and that’s exactly how you want to keep it. “Havoc I have eyes it’s Pakistan military want me to engage?” Going inverted being hidden by the clouds above them. “We will try and make contact do not engage until we give the clear.”

You knew they would only let you play if they shot first or followed to close to the ship you just had to stalk and wait, “Blackhawk increase speed see if you can shake them.” As you expected they sped up keeping pace with your helicopter, you were about to hit open water the time to strike ticking down. “Havoc to Guardian Pakistani military refuse to fall back until we tell him why we are here, if they get within three miles of the ship you’re clear to engage.” Moving into position behind the foreign helicopter watching the distance until you can make your move. “Copy havoc waiting to engage.” Unfortunately you couldn’t just shoot a missile out and call it a day, they weren’t expecting a fighter jet nor do they have the weapons to fight one so unless they have a suicide mission the bogey will back off just have to wait and one more second. The alarm in your jet goes off signaling the set danger zone. Being pressed back into your seat you dropped below the helicopter shooting back up right in front of their nose forcing them to swing wide to avoid contact. Back on the Blackhawk Bravo team was watching your dogfight like a movie “Woah Brock I might have to steal her for myself you think she likes Texas barbecue? Ouch Ray!” Sonny rubbed his arm where Ray whacked him even Cerberus was watching the in air action. Taking more dives at their aircraft forcing them to turn back towards land. Getting closer when they tried to turn back towards the water. ‘Alright play time is over’ you said to yourself, lining up the missile lock knowing an alarm would go off letting them know they were about to be in checkmate, after a good second they backed off and headed back to land. Doing a few more passes to make sure they weren’t circling back you spun back taking your spot next to the hovering Blackhawk. Laughing as you saw bravo celebrating inside, giving your own fist bump into the air. “Air is clear havoc requesting to land” making the lap around the aircraft carrier lining up with the strip to land your body jerking as you caught the band slowing your jet to a hard stop. Going through your post flight checks with the crew you just barely saw bravo team being ushered off the deck to debrief. Only locking eyes with the tallest one for a second before he disappears. It was after your own debrief and light scolding that you were walking back to your room, being stopped by a dog running through the hallway and stopping at your feet looking up at you with big brown puppy dog eyes. “Why hello cutie” dropping to your knees running your fingers through his fur laughing as he licked your chin, “Cerberus!” Someone yelled and wouldn’t you know its the same guy you saw on deck, he visibly released a breath seeing the dog with you. “Thank god I though he’d be half way to the kitchen by now.” He spoke making his way over grabbing the dogs collar but not pulling him away from you letting you continue to pet him. “Well if he did make it there I’m sure he’d have no problems getting whatever he wanted, wouldn’t you cutie pie.” The last part you spoke in your puppy dog voice. Behind Brock Bravo team was peaking around the corner watching the interaction, “Does he seriously not know its her? Ray come on even the dog knew let me call dibs on her.” Sonny begged, making Ray hit him again. “Relax Sonny he’ll figure it out.” Ray at least hoped he would.

Cerberus had moved from the floor to crawling in your lap forcing you to fall back against the wall not that you minded at all, making small talk with his handler Davis walked passed bravo huddled around the corner, “why in the world are y’all crowding the hallway?” “We are watching Brock and Guardian.” At Clays explanation Sonny huffed, “more like watching him tank it with her.” Davis shook her head. What would these boys do without her. Strolling past the operators, “Hey Guardian, nice flying thanks again for helping us get these guys out of trouble.” She said giving Brock a firm pat on the back, knowing it finally clicked when his eyes widened. “No problem anytime,” giving you a nod of her head goodbye she walked past turning around frantically pointing at you behind your back. “It’s her!” She mouthed, “I didn’t know you were bravo.” You said noticing the matching patches on his shirt and the dogs vest quickly assuming that’s their unit patch. “And you didn’t tell me you were my angel.” You could feel the blush crawling up your cheeks. “You know my official call sign is Guardian right, you’re the only one that calls me angel.”

Even though he knew he didn’t have a right to he felt a sense of possessiveness flood him, good he should be the only one who gets to call you that. You peeked around Brock to see Bravo duck back behind the wall, with a laugh you stood giving Cerberus a final pet behind the ears. “Looks like your team is waiting for you, Don’t be a stranger Bravo 5.” You winked, waving to the team that was trying to act nonchalant as you passed. The second you were out of sight they swarmed Brock who was telling Cerberus what a good boy he was leading him to you. “So what happened?” Looking at his team leader with a lovestruck look, “I’m never leaving this boat.”

Bravo team was off for a few days waiting for the target package to get cleared while word didn’t slow down for you, you did find yourself spending your free time with Bravo, and Brock. It was weird getting to know the teams you saved you knew next time you’d be even more worried knowing your friends were the ones down there putting personalities to a unit was dangerous, but you don’t regret it.

“Not that we don’t love having you slum with us why haven’t you invited any of your hot fighter pilots to join us?” Sonny asked, you were all playing rounds of call of duty in their little living room area they had it was the last day they had on the carrier you can admit you were going to miss them maybe one more than the others, Brock glared at him from beside you even cerb picked his head up of your lap to give the man a look. “Well Sonny we don’t really hang out like you guys do.” Now that got Jasons attention the team was everything to them he couldn’t imagine doing it alone, “Why not?”

“It’s more of a constant competition between pilots we don’t lets lose around each other,” you shrugged missing the look they all had, the next day you had another mission, just a simple strike and come back, you were on the deck doing preflight check with the crew. Just as you were about to climb in you heard your name being shouted, confused you turned around you saw Bravo team with their bags packed early, you had all said goodbye last night since you were supposed to be gone when they left, “What are you guys still doing here?” You reached down to pet Cerb who pulled against the leash Brock held to rub against your legs, “We had something we wanted to give you.” Jason said reaching out and patting your arm sticking something there, yo looked down at what once was an empty Velcro square was now covered with a Bravo patch, “We wanted you to know that we think of you as one of our own, that you always have a place with us at home or outside the wire.”

Taking a breath you swallowed the lump in your throat only being able to nod in thanks or your emotions would get the best of you, walking to the helicopter waiting for them each member took a turn saying goodbye again and patting the patch on your arm signifying they agreed with Jasons words, “Be safe up there girly, give em hell, death via Bravo from the sky!” Sonny shouted pointing to the sky making you and Brock who was the last one laugh at his antics, “so.” You dragged out, “so” Brock had a whole speech he wanted to say but the second he looked into your eyes he forgot every last word. Settling for a hug he wrapped you in his arms squeezing you tight, “I’m gonna miss you angel.” Sighing falling deeper into his chest, “I’ll miss you too, Bravo 5,” giving him one more smile you pulled away knowing the tower wouldn’t be happy if you were late taking off. You watched Brock walk away until he turned back and shouted “My number is sewn on the back of that patch so you don’t lose it!” Laughing and slightly giddy like a school girl who’s crush just asked you out you climbed in your jet. Fastening your belt you caught a glimpse of the patch, you didn’t thing anything could feel better then being in your jet but this time it felt that much sweeter. “Tower to Guardian you’re clear for take off.” With the go ahead you launched your jet off the deck and into the air ending up beside the Blackhawk oh how things have changed since your escort. The guys beating their fist in the air and a few against the patch that matched your new one. Giving your own a tap you dipped your wing twice as a final wave and shot off to your mission disappearing from sight. Normally you lived for work but with your newfound family maybe you’ll have something else to live for.

One year later

“And then the jet came flying over you could hear it coming a mile away” Sonny told the kids making fake jet noises to add to his storytelling a hand mimicking the maneuvers. It was a get together at Rays house everyone from Bravo was there including you, tucked under Brocks arm and cerb stuck to you on the other side feeling like the most protected person in the world stuck between two tier one seals that wouldn’t let anything happen to you, hell a whole team that wouldn’t and you felt that same about you them. “He’s told that story to everyone on base.” Brock whispered in your ear. “Well is a cool story sounds like an amazing pilot to pull that off.” You teased, making him let out a low chuckle nodding along. “Oh it was the best story, and that pilot is a special one. And Sonny is missing the best part excuse me.” Giving you a quick kiss he rushed to the other side of the fire joining in on the story pushing Sonny out of the way, “that story is cool but a even cooler one is how she got the name angle” as Brock launched into the story of your unofficial call sign you couldn’t help but look around and think how much things changed and how glad you were that you happened to walk passed havoc that faithful day.

#seal team imagine #seal team x reader #brock reynolds imagine #Brock Reynolds x reader #clay spenser x reader #clay spencer imagine #sonny quinn imagine #sonny Quinn x reader #Brock x reader #Jason Hayes x reader #sealteam imagine #sealteam x reader

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rebelwrites · 3 months

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Hi! For your 100 word drabble:

Busted, pouting, and running

For Clay

Please and thank you!

Enjoy ❤️

“You have got to be fucking kidding me,” you said pouting, as you saw the mess your kitchen had been left in.

“CLAAAAAAAY!!!” You shouted, mentally counting to 10’in your head. You had only counted to 5 before you heard the thud of the recliners slamming closed.

“We’ve been busted!” Your husband laughed as he came running out of the living room, refusing to make eye contact with you. “Sonny, move it she will hit you.”

“You boys better get this placed cleaned up before I kick your asses,” you hollered, grabbing a bottle of beer out of the fridge

#rebels 100 words #100 word drabbles #seal team #Clay Spenser #clay spenser x reader #clay spenser x you #clay spenser imagine #seal team x reader #seal team x you #seal time imagine

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midnightswithdearkatytspb · 3 years

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VelvetCardiganBucky’s Recommendations 2021: Week 17 | April 18th – April 24th

Welcome to week 17 of my recommendations, if you would like to be featured on a future list, I follow the hashtag #VelvetCardiganBucky, message me, tag me in your future works, or reblog this post and link to your story, one-shot, Masterlist, writing challenge, etc.

Be aware some if not most stories and writers on this list are meant to be consumed by an audience of those 18+. My blog is also an 18+ blog.

✨Page breaks are made @firefly-graphics✨

«Last Week

Week 18»

My Masterlist

My Fic Rec List of Mafia/Mob Bucky/Sebastian & Steve/Chris/Andy

Stuff I Posted This Week

Forever & Always: Stage 1 - Denial | Pt.1 » Bucky Barnes x Witch!Reader & Platonic Avengers x Reader — Y/N “Birdy” (nicknamed by her family), comes from a long line of witches and warlocks, living her days at the New Avengers Compound, alongside her friends. The Avengers are part of her family and her family is always welcome to the compound. Things for once seemed to be going well now that all was right from the attack on Thanos, everyone was alive, all was forgiven, friendships were thriving, that all ended when Birdy’s brother came calling with sad news, their mother had suddenly passed. These are the stages of grief Birdy faces, through the loss of her best friend, her protector, her mother.

His Favorite Day » Chris Evans x Reader — Chris’s favorite day of the year is your birthday.

Bucky Barnes

One-Shots:

*No Hidden Messages by @jobean12-blog » TFATWS!Bucky Barnes x Reader — Sam sends you a picture of Bucky and the endgame is priceless. | Honestly I love me some dominant Bucky, and if Sam had sent me that picture I would have dropped my phone and been like yep that my babe. I was thinking something more dirty but I’ll keep that thought to myself. 😉

Sucker Punch by @buckyblues » Boxer!Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader — Bucky thought he knew what was his, until he accidentally let it roam free. | Someone come dump a cold bucket of water on me please?

Someone Like You by @startrekkingaroundasgard » Bucky Barnes x Hydra Agent!Reader — Taken from their SHIELD prison cell, the reader finds themself alone with The Winter Soldier negotiating for their life. | I really enjoyed reading this, the sass of the reader and how Bucky handles them. It’s just so perfect. Nicola says there is more to come for this pair and I’m so very much looking forward to it.

(Mini) Series:

Happy & So Happy by @mrwinterr » Rockstar!Bucky Barnes AU x Female Reader — You meet your favorite artist and get more than what you bargained for. | The smut in this is hot and by the end you are hoping the reader gets a happy ending not a tragic one.

*A Tender Heart 💜 Pt. 3 by @river-soul » Alpha!Bucky Barnes x Omega!Reader — You’ve been sweet on Bucky since you started working at the compound six months ago. Normally quiet and mild mannered, an unexpected fight with a coworker brings Bucky into your orbit. [A/B/O dynamics and explicit sexual content, 18+] | I feel the love that is radiating from this story and I really love it and the little bit of smut we get in chapter 3 is perfect!

the (after) party by @buckycuddlebuddy sequel loft music » fuckboy!bucky barnes x reader — “why don’t we have this thing they call goodbye sex? one last time.” he leaned forward, his lips brushing your ear. “i’ll make it good for you.” | In some strange way it was therapeutic to read this but at the same time I felt bad for the reader in the first part. Second part you are rooting for her but still feeling bad. I will say the smut in this is perfect.

Just Like Dad Pt. 3 🦾 Pt. 1 🦾 Pt. 2 by @ladyfallonavenger » Bucky Barnes x Reader — Bucky finally confronts Steve and moves forward with his life. | Very sweet ending and I loved it.

Sweet Dreams 🥞 Pt. 4 🥞 Pt. 5 🥞 Pt. 6 🥞 Pt. 7 by @jedimastermelkor » Bucky Barnes x Reader & ? x Avenger — Your daily routine involves waking up in the morning, going to work and sulking at night. But then you meet the man you’ve fantasized about for your entire life, Bucky Barnes. At the same time, you’ve caught someone else’s eye and his first step in winning you over is to cook you breakfast. But will you be welcoming of that person’s affections? | I like how she named the puppy Pancake and the first thing the mysterious avenger gave her was pancakes. I don’t want to give too much away but things are getting really good and you find out who the mysterious avenger is in chapter 6!

Steve Rogers

One-Shots:

*Caught by @giorno-plays-piano » Bluebeard!Steve Rogers x Reader — If he kept you warm, saying words of love to you every day while he looked you in the face, you’d marry him even if in a year he hanged you just like all his wives in the dungeon of his castle. | It’s dark but in a soft way and it’s so good. I highly recommend you go and read it.

Drabble Request by @angrythingstarlight » Mafia!Steve Rogers x Reader — We find out how Steve and Reader met before they ever got in a relationship. Takes place before Tell Me What You Want. | I loved this so much, I was laughing and pictured this whole piece so vividly in my brain. Also I just want a part where Bucky teases Steve about that night in front of reader making her giggle, maybe at the wedding?

(Mini) Series:

*Yuánfèn 📖 Pt. 4 by @writerwrites » Steve Rogers x Reader — When you’ve lost everything and try to run away from your problems, you keep finding a way back to the one person who completely understands. Can you make another person happy with a broken heart? | I always look forward to the updates on this story. It brings me so much comfort and the relationship that is blossoming between the reader and Steve is beautiful and organic. I highly recommend this.

Misc.

Headcanons:

*Just Like Her Old Man by @rebelwrites » Chibs Telford x Reader — I asked for: Parents get called into school for a meeting due to their daughter fighting, and trying not to be proud. Taking them out for a treat after the meeting. | It turned out so great. If you knew me at my Sons Anarchy Days, you know I loved Chibs the most. This feed my love for him even more. Thank you Heather!!

One-Shot:

*A Simple Solution by @sweetlyscared » Andy Barber x Fem!Reader, Ari Levinson x Fem!Reader, Andy Barber x Fem!Reader x Ari Levinson — You and Andy had a purely sexual relationship for several months, and you’d started to grow attached to him. Unfortunately, life has a way of complicating things, and a chance encounter at a bookstore had you stuck between a rock and a hard place. | We all owe a huge thank you to Sweet Lee, for writing and posting this. She wrote our dreams out so perfectly, and if you haven’t thought of this now you can. It’s just so hot and good, I for one am very thankful.

(Mini) Series:

*Give In 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 23 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 24 🐈‍⬛ Pt. 25 by @overr-written » soft!dark!Lee Bodecker x Reader — She didn’t think she was anything special. So when the intimidating Sheriff takes an interest in her, she can’t help but feel a little unsettled. Her boring life is about to get a little interesting. | I love this series so much and the lengths that the chapters are. I really am going to be sad when this is over. I don’t ever want it to end. 😭

Seal Team

One-Shots:

Imma Take Care Of Your Body by @rebelwrites » Clay Spenser x Reader — Reader is the only female member on Bravo who also has a no strings attached relationship with Rebel. | Let me just say this is hot, like really hot. Give me a glass of water and let me cool down. Thank you Heather for blessing us with this.

Tier One Babysitters by @bravo-four-seal-team » Seal Team; Ray Perry x Naima Perry — Ray and Naima ask the team to watch 6 month old Jameelah. | I promise you will be laughing.

You Are Perfect by @rebelwrites » Clay Spenser x Reader — Clay tells you everything he loves about you. | As a big boned girl this meant a lot and has me wishing for a Clay Spenser to call my own.

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nevilles-insinuations · 2 years

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Tipsy - Clay Spenser

Summary: Clay is always iconic, but especially when drunk

TW: Mentions of drinking and being drunk (its the whole fic)

A/N: Hi people! Had this in the drafts for literal months (just watched the first season 6 ep, and changed a couple words to fit but there's no spoilers dw)

Word Count: 782 (kinda short but will write more on the topic if anyone wants!)

You heard them before you saw them, although what a sight it was to behold. You were surprised they had actually made it back while you were till awake. Still arguing over the remnants of a story that you would probably never hear the end of- "He lost his keys" were the first words spoken in your direction. Specifically from Sonny Quinn who offered an apology for their lateness and slightly dishhevelled appearance. Clay was holding onto him for dear life and they were somehow still bickering so you just stood there, waiting for it to end.

"Just saying the keys wouldn’t have rolled under the car if you hadn't dropped them!"

"Sure Peaches, I'm gonna assume that lapse in judgement is due to your inebriated state"

Sonny’s half exasperated, half amused expression wasn’t even your favourite part. You had to cover you laugh again as your eyes fell to you boyfriend. He looked angry that the older man had managed to catch him. Clay was trying to wriggle out of his grasp, clearly having too much faith in his drunken body. He had somehow beaten The Sonny Quinn to the punch and probably drank all the alcohol in the bar, because you could barely believe what was infront of you. Apparently, the story was Clay had won a bet which meant that unfortunatelty Sonny was now the designated driver.

“It is not my fault that you can’t handle your liquor"

"You are so unbelieavbly wrong right now"

"(Y/N), you get it-"

"I'm not getting involved boys"

They could hear your tone left no room for concessions, so the pair of them quickly dropped try to convince you. A little unsteady, Clay eventually made it inside the appartment, 3 hours later than he said he would. Although you were sure this was a record that would soon be broken again. Sonny ushered him through the doorframe, absolving himself of anymore blame about potential injuries or bruised egos. Now you were left to clean up the mess. Landing on the couch with a thump, Clay somehow still had energy for fighting. His damn drunk confidence had made him more empassioned than usual.

“Son- Sonny nearly… dropped me anyways”

Crossing his arms and with just a touch of sarcasm - He looked content that he had managed to yawn out the words and get one last jab in.

“Sweet dreams little delusional buddy- Blondie’s all yours”

“Wouldn’t have it any other way”

Turning back to your boyfriend, he had slumped his way off of the couch, settling on the floor. Blue eyes were attempting to innocently look up at you like butter wouldn't melt, but the alcohol meant he was half spaced out and focusing on the wall behind you.

“You’re a SEAL. How are you this clumsy?”

"M'not"

"Really?"

To prove his point, Clay took the hat off his head, reaching up to plant it on your head instead. Attempting to stand up, it was almost like an invisible force immediately knocked him back. You had asumed correctly, he was not making it to the bed.

Now came the fun part.

"Come on"

You grabbed his arm, trying desperately to lift him back up. Eventually, your method had some success and most of him was back onto the couch. You moved to grab a blanket, knowing he was going to be stuck on there until morning- afternoon if you were being realistic.

“You want some water?"

He shrugged at you, but you knew he would be thankful for it later. But he kept watching you with a bright smile on his face. You were safety for him - a bet free zone- that would, of course, still tease about this night for years to come. But his home nontheless. He could barely see straight but he could still see you.

"Just go to sleep"

He nods in response and you could see his eyelids getting heavier with the absence of loud music and fellow yelling drunk people. Running your fingers through his hair, your hand rested again his head for a moment. His several attempts to kiss your arm were almost on target, but at least got you to laugh again before you left him to his own drunken devices.

"Good luck - love you"

There was a slight pause as his brain caught up with his mouth to understand your words.

"G'Night babe"

His hands grabbed one of the couch cushions, cuddling it tight like a teddy bear as he finally settled into his bed for the night. This was definitely the last time you would see him happy for a couple days, you could practically smell tomorrow's hangover on his clothes.

#clay spenser #seal team #clay spenser x reader #sonny quinn #tw drinking

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multi-fandommm · 3 years

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Child Proof Lids

Pairings- Gender neutral reader x Clay Spenser

Warnings- None

Word Count- 333

Two months ago, you and your boyfriend had decided to adopt a dog to keep you company while he was deployed. The two of you had ended up rescuing a 2 year old chocolate Labrador which Bravo team insisted be named after Cerberus’ brother, Orthrus.

Clay always brought O with him on morning runs but today they’d pushed it a little too hard and now Orthrus was limping. You noticed the limp after the two of them got back from their run, so you’d asked Clay to get a baby aspirin for the dog, which is how you ended up here.

You’d been watching your boyfriend for the last 20 seconds and couldn’t help but be entertained at the sight before you. Clay Spenser, a Navy SEAL and speaker of six languages was unable to open a bottle of aspirin. It was kind of adorable.

“I’m fully convinced you never graduated kindergarten,” you teased. “That lid is only meant to be child proof, there’s instructions on the top.”

“This is way too complicated.”

“It’s not difficult if you follow the directions.” You pointed out the part of the label that read: “Push down and twist to open.”

“I already tried that and it didn’t work, the bottle is clearly broken.”

“The pill bottle isn’t broken Clay.” You laughed.

“Fine if it’s so simple, then you can open it yourself.” Growing frustrated with his failed efforts to unseal the medication, he tossed the bottle across the counter towards you.

You caught the aspirin and pushed your hand down into the lid, twisting it just like the bottle cap said to do.

“See? Not broken.” You beamed up at the blonde. He teased you all the time, it was only fair you get him back every now and then.

“You think this is funny.”

“Yep.”

“It isn’t.”

“You’re right, it’s not funny, it’s hilarious. Clay Spenser, defeated by baby aspirin.” You removed a pill from the bottle and turned around to give O the medication.

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seal-team-bravo · 3 years

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Hiiiiii!!!! I’m so happy to see another Seal team account, there are sadly few and far in between that exist. I was wondering if you’d be willing to write 37. “If I can’t have some time to myself, then no one can. Now, get off your asses and help me move all this shit!” With all of Bravo team? I normally request for Clay but I feel it’d be a cute first story for your new page.

Aww thank you so much! I’ve only recently just started watching the series and it has quickly become one of my favourite shows. I hope this does the fandom justice, so I hope you enjoy 🥰

Ever since you and Bravo team had returned from Afghanistan from a long deployment, all you wanted was some time to yourself.

You loved your boys, really, you did. Sometimes though, a girl just needs some time alone. You had just recently moved into a new apartment, and still had hundreds of boxes to unpack. So, you figured what better way to spend your next few days off than getting yourself settled in.

After spending the entire day packing away the contents of numerous boxes labled ‘kitchen’, you were in the process of putting away a plain white dinner set when there was a loud knock at the door. After placing the set of plates down onto the counter, you stumbled your way through the make-shift obstacle course of boxes and carefully opened the door, a confused smile forming on your features as you came face to face with Jason, Clay, Ray and Sonny. “Guys? Hi uh, what are you all doing here?” You asked awkwardly, wiping your hands on your jeans in an attempt to look presentable.

Jason shrugged. “We thought we’d come give you a hand with getting set up here...” He explained, gesturing to your chaotic looking apartment behind you “Sonny brought beer, and Brock and Trent went to pick up the pizza. We thought you’d be hungry”. You smiled, rolling your eyes as you glared at all of them playfully “Alright, come on in then. Please, don’t crush anything” You joked, causing the boys to laugh as they followed you inside. It wasn’t long before Brock and Trent returned with the pizza, with Cerberus announcing their arrival with a cheerful bark.

The house had been full of chatter as everyone helped themselves to drinks and dinner, Clay’s arm wrapped around your shoulder as everyone gathered in a somewhat organised living room. After all the pizza was eaten, you decided to get back to work, lifting Clay’s arm from your person as you disappeared into the hallway to finish putting an array of towels and blankets into a small cupboard.

After about half an hour, you were brought out of your concentrated state when something soft brushed your leg. You jumped, your eyes shifting downward only for a tired smile to form on your face as Cerberus sat idly by your feet. It was then that you noticed the amount of loud chatter coming from the living room. Cerberus barked, rushing off towards the loud laughter whilst you sighed heavily. Again, you loved your boys. They were your family. But of course, family can get on each other’s nerves. Following after Cerberus, you trudged through the kitchen and paused in the doorway, groaning slightly as your gaze landed on your team. Brock and Trent stood next to each other by the apartment door, with Sonny and Ray standing on the other side of the room. Jason and Clay sat beside each other on the couch, whilst Cerberus sat on the floor in the middle of the room.

“Hey guys, come on...” You whined softly, sighing heavily as you allowed your arms to fall limply by your side “You’re supposed to be helping me set up my apartment, remember?”.

Clay’s head fell back against the back of the couch, a small grin on his lips “It’s okay babe, we’re just talking, having some time to ourselves”.

“Yeah...” Sonny chimed, taking another long swig of his beer “we just got back from a very difficult and long-ass deployment. Come and join us-”

You laughed, pinching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to keep your outburst to the minimum. “We have been back for three days. While you guys have been off at the Bulkhead, having fun and doing whatever the hell you want, I’m stuck here putting my apartment together by myself...” You began, folding your arms over your chest with a tried glare towards them all. You heard them all sigh, their eyes avoiding yours as you continued, “If I can’t have some time to myself, then no one can. Now, get off your asses and help me move all this shit!”.

Immediately, all six men jumped to attention, with Jason shouting for everyone to get back to work. Clay and Brock disappeared into the bathroom to help fix the showerhead, Trent and Sonny dashed for your bedroom in order to start putting your bed together, whilst Jason and Ray jogged past you into the kitchen. “You have nothing to worry about, everything will be packed away before you know it!” Jason called out as he began sifting through boxes, placing their contents on the counter.

You couldn’t stop the smile that took over your features, as you stumbled over and collapsed back onto the couch with a loud huff. Your entire body relaxed into the cushions, as your eyes closed briefly to allow yourself a few moments rest. When the cushions beside you shifted, you opened one eye to see Cerberus curl up beside you, placing his head on your knee. Your smile widened as you allowed yourself to sink into the cushions further, exhaustion slowly taking over.

“I love my boys, so so much.”

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bravo4iscool · 5 months

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another snippet of my SEAL team one shot

i‘m currently in a somekind of writers block about this one shot, that‘s why i decided to post another snippet/teaser. maybe you guys could help me out or something lol.

the reader is clay‘s younger sister and goes by the nickname „Missy“ (it‘s not an indication of her actual name!)

(masterlist | snippet no1 | full thing)

ASKS AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN!!

Your head pops out of the kitchen and you eye Sonny. „What are you doing here? You’re supposed to be at work.“

Sonny starts to grin and stand up immediately. „Did you say lasagne? Count me in Ms.Spenser!“ He follows you to the kitchen like a lost puppy and you laugh at that.

„He ain‘t a saint,“ Sonny retorts and you grin.

„No, he‘s not. But you are?“ You turn to look at him, just fast enough to see him smirk.

„Why‘s that?“ you ask, sprinkling cheese over the lasagna. You glance at him over your shoulder. He has his hands crossed in his lap and his head laid back, eyes closed. You smirk.

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theysayitscrazy · 2 years

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Birthday Suits || NSFW

Clay Spenser x Jax Teller x Thor Odison x Reader

This one is for @rebelwrites. Happy Birthday darlin! There might have been a couple anonymous asks sent your way.

AN: This might be the filthiest thing I've ever written...

TW: Mind the warnings here... daddy kink, choking kink, size kink, breeding kink, foursome, anal, double penetration, oral, triple penetration, BDSM, dom/sub, established relationship, off screen negotiations, spanking, punishment. I almost want to send this anonymously. It's not edited... I couldn't read it again. LOL

Clay watches as Y/N comes into view on the small laptop screen. Her hair was pulled back away from her face while glasses perched on her nose. She looked exhausted, and considering it was going on 1 am where she was, she had every right to be.

This latest deployment was hitting her hard. Taking a toll on both of them. He should have been home three weeks ago. And now they weren’t sure when he’d be home. Her birthday was coming up in a couple days and there wasn’t too much he could do about it being deployed halfway across the world.

Y/N sighed and gave him a tired smile. “Hey baby,” y/n murmured.

Clay gives her a dazzling grin and says, “Hey beautiful.”

“Hey,” Y/N mumbles.

“What’s wrong?” Clay asks, sensing her pain, even though there’s a smile on her face.

She shakes her head.

“Y/N,” Clay demands lowly.

Y/N caves immediately. “I just… I’m feeling selfish. You’re gone, Thor’s off world dealing with Loki, Jax left yesterday for a run and said he wasn’t sure he’d be back in time for my birthday. And I’m just… alone,” she admits softly, tears leaking from her eyes.

Clay’s heart breaks watching Y/N cry. “I know baby. I know it’s hard. We’ll be back soon. I promise. Look, I want you to got take a hot bath. Throw on some music. Try and relax.”

Y/N nods absently.

Clay knows she probably won’t listen, it’s late there and she needs to get to sleep. “Get some rest babe.”

~*~

Clay jumps in the group text, making sure it’s the one for the boys and not the one that also included Y/N. When he was confident that he had the right one, he started texting. Houston, we have a problem.

Thor: Who’s Houston?

Jax: Who we killin?

Clay: Us apparently. Or Thor.

Thor: What’d I do? And who’s Houston?

Clay: Focus buddy. Our girl is upset. She’s all alone and feeling unwanted. Her birthday is a couple days away.

Jax: I know. I’m trying to get home as soon as I can.

Clay: Same. We’re about done out here, but no clue on flight plan yet.

Thor: I’m in the middle of it… I’ll try to get back in time.

Clay: Keep us updated.

~*~

You frown at your phone. You’d sent several messages to the group chat with your boys but hadn’t gotten a response from any of them. You knew they were all extremely busy. Busy jobs, busy lives, not always able to answer their phones right away, but it was rare that not one of them at least, answered you.

It was your birthday, and it wasn’t like them to not be celebrate with you.

You knew Thor was off world, but Tony had managed to create the impossible as usual, and gave you guys intergalactic cellphones, capable of reaching Asgard. So theoretically, Thor could receive your text, but again if he was busy, he wouldn’t be checking it… or if he broke his phone again.

Jax was probably riding his bike, and Clay was probably not in cell service or if you were lucky, he was 1400 feet above earth, flying home… but he usually texted when he was leaving a place, so you at least knew when to expect him.

The radio silence from the three of them was killing you.

You grabbed your keys and locked up the house. You couldn’t sit around doing nothing on your birthday. You could at least take a drive, blare some music, and try to relax. It was one of your favorite pass times, after all.

~*~

It was late when you got home. Past dark, almost midnight. You were exhausted. You spent half the day driving around before you met up with friends for dinner. Thankfully that after a couple of drinks you managed to have a good time. Your friends knew you were feeling down about the boys, so they had cheered you up.

After a couple drinks you cut it off, knowing you still had to drive.

After you parked in the driveway at home, you shut your car off and glanced at your phone.

No messages. Not even a Happy Birthday text from your boys.

You sigh and slip the phone into the pocket of your hoody, staring at the dark house in front of you. There were no other cars in the driveway. No motorcycle parked under on the front walk. Thor didn’t drive… so there was no way of seeing if he was inside from outside the house, but it didn’t look promising.

You head inside and flip on the light, half hoping for your boys to jump out and yell, “Surprise.”

You’re disappointed when it doesn’t happen and lock up behind you. You toss your keys in the bowl by the front door and set your bag on the stairs and kick off your shoes. You head into the kitchen to make another drink when you find something that has you stopped misstep.

There’s a vase on the island filled with daisies and sunflowers, your favorite.

But the vase hadn’t been there when you left several hours ago. You glance around for any other indicators on who might be home but find nothing. You walk the first floor searching and find no one. You head upstairs and search everywhere, but again, no one is home. “What the fuck?” you grumble and head back downstairs.

In front of the flowers is a takeout container. You open it to find your favorite. Chicken nuggets and fries. “Alright fuckers, where are you?” you ask as you stuff a chicken nugget in your mouth.

The backdoor opens and you about die when you see what your three blonds are wearing… all three of them are in crisp black suits. Black shirts, black ties, and black shoes.

Your mouth drops open in shock.

Thor, who usually was in his Asgardian fighting gear, looked almost human with his tailored suit and haircut. “What the fuccckkkk,” you breathe, reaching up to run your fingers through his short locks.

The grin he gives you is heart stopping. “Happy Birthday, love,” he greets.

You’re speechless as Clay walks over, looking cleaner than you’d ever seen him. There was usually a layer of dust and sweat covering him post deployment. He was still looking scruffy, his hair and beard grown out from deployment. “Happy Birthday, beautiful.”

You reach out and run your fingers through his beard as tears start to well up in your eyes.

Jax moves over, boxing you between Thor and Clay. “Happy Birthday, darlin’,” he murmurs, smirk on his lips. He doesn’t even give you a moment to respond before he’s gripping your chin, tilting your head and kissing you with a dominance that was all him.

He pulls away abruptly, gripping your face roughly. “You’ve been drinking,” he glares at you.

“And driving,” Clay snaps, his own glare on his face.

“I only had a couple,” you try to explain, but you know how the three of them feel about your safety.

“I can taste the whiskey on you,” Jax grumbles.

Heavy hands land on your shoulders and you startle, forgetting that Thor was behind you. His grip is tight as he maneuvers you out of the kitchen and into the living room. “On your knees pet,” he says, when you’re standing in the middle of the carpeted living room, not giving you much of a choice as he pushes down on your shoulders.

You gulp but slide to your knees gracefully. You knew better than to ignore an order from a God. It wouldn’t do you any good anyways, you were outnumbered, and they were upset.

“You’ve been told about drinking and driving, pet,” Clay sighs, taking a step away from you.

You nod, knowing at this point they don’t want to hear any excuses. Resigned to your fate, you assume the position and settled into a relaxed kneel, your hands on your thighs, palms up. At the last moment you glance between the three of them, before you lower your eyes to the floor.

All three of them had a hungry look in their blue eyes.

God damn, why did you have to have a type?

“I think we’ll teach you a lesson, so you won’t do it again,” Jax murmurs, circling you.

You gulp silently, knowing your night was just beginning.

“Take your clothes off,” Clay orders as he walks over to an armchair and sprawls in it like a throne, one leg draped over the side.

You’re quick about pulling your shirt and bra off. Easy and efficient. Pulling your pants off… is a little trickier. Thor had told you to kneel. The three of them really didn’t like it when you disregarded one of the other’s orders.

You rise up from sitting on your feet while kneeling, so you’re fully on your knees. You can see Jax’s smirk out of the corner of your eye and feel the flush rise up your chest. You move quickly, unbuttoning your jeans and pull them and your undies down as much as you can while still kneeling, before you lower back to sitting on your feet. In a quick move, you shift down onto your hip, slide the jeans and undies passed your knees, and then resume your kneel, able to slide your clothes off your legs.

You toss them behind you and settle into a relaxed kneel, sitting on your feet, your arms folded behind your back. You straighten your back and shoulders, keep your head up and eyes down. You knew what they wanted.

“Well, well, well, looks who decided to follow the rules,” Jax drawls as he sprawls out on the love seat before you, taking up the entire couch with an arm across the back and a leg up on the cushion.

You stay quiet and don’t move, knowing it was better in long run.

They hated when you broke their rules, and they didn’t have too many for you. Your safety was their number one concern though. They all had dangerous jobs, that put you in danger on a regular basis just for being associated to them. Doing anything that would add to that danger, or draw unwanted attention from law enforcement, well, you understood why they were upset.

Thor circles around in front of you, a booted foot nudges in between your closed knees and pushes them apart. You follow his silent order and spread your thighs wide, shifting your weight back onto your heels. A gravely chuckle escapes his lips. “Look at you, pet. What a mess you made.”

You’re leaking, dripping down your thighs.

Cool air hits your exposed cunt, and a shiver runs down your spine. The anticipation is killing you. “Speak,” Thor’s voice is rough and deep.

“Please Daddy,” you immediately begin. “I’m sorry,” you look up at him, meeting his steely blue gaze.

There isn’t an ounce of amusement on his face, not even a quirk of his lips.

“You can do better than that,” Clay intones, almost mockingly, tilting his head and looking almost bored.

“Please sir, please Daddy, my liege,” you lay it on thick, glancing at both Clay and Jax as you continue. “Please, I beg your forgiveness. I was lonely. I missed all of you. I haven’t been by myself like this in years,” you keep going. “It brought up too many memories,” you choke up as the emotions overwhelm you.

Tears well in your eyes and the mood of the room immediately changes.

You see Clay and Jax share a look before they both sit up and sit forward, but Thor is already before you. He reaches out and cradles the sides of your face with his large hands. His fingers brush away tears and he coos down you. He pulls your head up so you’re fully on your knees and you burry your face into his abdomen.

He cards his fingers through your hair while you sniffle into his rock-hard abs. The silk of his suit, soft against your face. “Now, now, pet,” he murmurs lowly. “Maybe that’s our fault for leaving you alone too long,” he drawls, petting you. “Maybe it’s our fault for not having someone for you to take care of.”

“Is that what you need, pet?” Jax drawls. “Someone to take care of?”

“Yes,” you whine into Thor’s abs.

“Perhaps we should fuck a baby into this sweet girl, so she always has someone to take care of,” Thor’s voice is deep as it rumbles across the room.

You still immediately, freezing against him.

“Ohhh, I think she likes that,” Jax chuckles. You hear him stand from the couch, and you pull back. “You like that pet? Want us to breed you? Fuck a baby into you? Make you ours forever?”

A low whine escapes your throat as you watch him circle behind you.

“Answer him, pet,” Clay says. He’s right next to you. When did he get up? “Should we take our turns fucking you until you’re swollen with our cum? Plug you up until it takes?” Clay goads.

You let out a breathy whimper. “Yes. Yes please.”

“Is that what our pet wants for her birthday? To be bred?” Thor asks.

“Yes Daddy, yes,” you agree instantly. “Please, please put a baby in me. I promise I’ll be good.”

Jax chuckles darkly and wraps a hand around your throat from behind. He squeezes it as he pulls you back against him, tilting your head back. “The little whore promises she can be good, when she can barely follow simple safety guidelines.” His voice is sardonic, a hard glint in his eye. His hand squeezes tighter around your throat, cutting off your air supply.

You don’t even sputter, you trust him explicitly. You vision starts to dim before he finally lets go, and a rush of air fills your lungs. You gasp softly, as oxygen rushes to your brain. Your lightheaded and floaty, and you haven’t even begun playing.

He can see it too. His eyes roaming over your face, taking in every breath and shudder that racks your body. Another reason they didn’t like you drinking before they played. It made things more dangerous, and they didn’t like the added risk.

“Punishment first,” Thor growls, his hands in your hair pulling you forward, roughly.

You fall forward, hands coming out to brace for impact. Thor’s moved out of the way, so they end up on the floor. Another push and you’re up on your hands and knees, prone and naked before the three fully dresses and gorgeous men in your living room. They’re so much larger than you. So much more a threat.

You’re panting roughly as your juices coat your thighs and run down your legs.

“What a wanton little slut,” Clay smirks, and shoves two fingers into your cunts without warning.

You yelp, as his thick fingers glide easily into your aching cunt. “Such a mess.”

“Please,” you moan as he pumps in his fingers deep, in agonizingly slow strokes.

His removes his fingers and a quick hard smack to your ass has you almost falling forward.

You let out a yelp in surprise and try to turn to face him, but hands are gripping your face. You look up to see Jax there now. “Be a good pet, and take your punishment quietly,” he orders.

You nodded slowly, brain in a haze. Still find it odd to see him in a suit.

You have to grit your teeth as another hard smack lands on your ass cheek, but you keep quiet. Jax smirks down at you and his fingers slide across your face. He forces two fingers into your mouth, pressing your jaw down and open. You try to suck, but it’s almost painful the way he’s pressing your mouth open. Salvia is filling your mouth and you groan.

He smirks again and pulls out his fingers, leaving a mess of salvia behind as you try to swallow quickly. Another hard smack lands on your ass cheek with just a bit of fire behind it to tell you it was Thor that hit you, purposely heating his hand with lightening before striking you.

You groan as Jax works open his belt buckle. A moment later with little preamble, he’s shoving his hard length past your lips. You let out as gasp as he grips your face between both hands, holding his cock in your mouth, just past the point of comfortable.

He gives you a moment to breathe through it as two hard slaps to your ass hit on both cheeks. Both Thor and Clay, reminding you they’re still back there. You moan loudly around Jax’s cock. He takes advantage of your distraction to work his cock in deeper. His hands hold your face steady as he eases back and then thrusts forwards, going even deeper.

You focus on relaxing your jaw as he hits the back of your throat. You have to breathe through your nose as he holds himself there. Your throat contracts. You force yourself to relax.

Breathe.

Another double hit to your ass cheeks has you jolting forward. You swallow more of Jax’s length. He in your throat now. Your hands reach up to grip his hips and he smacks them away. “Hands behind your back,” he orders, his voice thick.

Your cunt clenches at nothing. You’re achy and throbbing.

A hand smooths over your bruised and battered ass, rubbing softly. You whimper as fingers plunge into your sopping cunt. You whine. “Look at this swollen, messy cunt,” Clay murmurs. “Just begging to be filled and bred.”

You’re so close. So close. If they’d just touch your clit, you’d be over.

You whimper around Jax’s cock, his steady rhythm as he fucks your face, your throat. You barely manage a sucking motion as he pulls out. You’re feeling lightheaded again. Floating on the edge of climax.

Clay’s fingers in your cunt twist and turn, before they curl and slide out, pulling out as much of your juices as he can. His fingers circle your puckered hole, using your bodies natural lubricant to ease the passage. A thick finger pushes in as a hand reaches around to circle your clit.

“There’s a good pet,” Thor’s voice is raspy. “Come for us pet.”

Another flick of your clit and you’re over the edge. You moan loudly around Jax’s cock, your mouth slack as your orgasm rips through you.

A second finger slides into your back passage, all while the fingers on your clit keep rubbing and circling. You shudder and would have lost of balance if Jax wasn’t holding your face as he continued to fuck your throat though your orgasm.

Jax pulls out of your mouth, and you pant loudly as the fingers in your ass scissor back and forth. The fingers circling your cunt slide into your cunt and then there’s the wet hot heat of a mouth lapping at your folds.

You barely get a reprieve before Jax is pushing his cock past your lips again, go deep in one thrust.

When three fingers enter your cunt and three in your ass, your body spasms so violently rough hands have hold you in place. “Don’t you dare bite me,” Jax groans as your throat constricts around his cock.

You don’t even register what he says. Your lifted off your knees, Jax’s cock yanked out of your mouth as you’re manhandled around. You look down as you’re placed above Thor. He’s laying on the living room floor, naked. You barely get to take in his sculped plane of his chest and abs.

Two sets of hands grip your hips, holding you above a very erect and very large cock.

Thor grips the base of his erection, holding it steady as him and Clay lower you down onto him. He rubs his head along your folds, using your slick to get himself ready for you. “No, no,” you murmur, out of breath. “I can’t-”

Your protests fall on deaf ears.

“Yes, you can pet,” Clay whispers into your ear, pressing a kiss to your temple.

“I’m not ready,” you try again.

“Shh,” Thor murmurs as he eases the thick head into your body.

You groan, throwing your head back against Clay’s shoulder. Thor was so much larger than most men. Jax and Clay were both large for regular men, but Thor was a God. An Asgardian. He wasn’t human. He was larger than life and his cock matched his titled.

Your boys usually worked their way up to him. Got you warmed up and soaking, compliant, before he ploughed into you. “Daddy,” you whimper as your body is slowly eased down onto his massive cock. You’re halfway there when Clay and Thor pull you back up, and slowly lower you down even more.

“That’s it, pet,” Thor’s voice rumbles out. “Such a good girl for Daddy. Gonna fuck you so good. Breed you for Daddy. Put a baby in you.”

You groan and pant, feeling a hot rush of fluids leak out and coat his cock.

He chuckles darkly. “Such a needy little cock whore,” he pants as he finally pulls you all the way down on his rock-hard length. You groan as your body is split open around him. His large hand settles on your belly, the damn thing the size of a dinner plate, covering your whole abdomen. He presses against you, feeling himself through your layers of skin.

You moan loudly and grind yourself down on him, getting your clit just right. A strong hand is on your back, between your shoulder blades, pushing you forward.

Thor reaches up and palms both your breast as you fall against his chest. There’s a cold sensation as Clay squeezes lube onto your ass. Jax smirks and moves forward, kneeling just to the right of Thor’s chest. He captures your mouth in a filthy kiss. You’ve barely kissed him back before he’s shoving your face down and onto his cock again.

You let out a high pitch whine as fingers enter your back entrance again. Two, then three, quickly working you open, all while Thor is seated deep in your cunt.

You pant around Jax’s cock, wrapping a hand around the base and take the rest of him deep. His hand cards through your hair, holding your head in place.

“Look at you,” Thor chuckles lowly. “Being such a good cock whore for your daddies.”

You whimper as a shiver runs down your spine.

Clay fingers pull out of your ass and soon his cock is replacing them. Jax and Thor hold still as Clay slide in, balls deep. Your body is straining, trembling. Tears run down your face as all at once a orgasm spreads fire across your body.

Your boys groan, their breaths coming out in labored pants as your body squeezes around them.

“There’s a good girl,” Thor murmurs. “Gonna fill you up now. Breed you with our cum. Pump you so full of our babies. You’ll never be alone again.” Thor’s rambling now. Him and Clay start to move, develop a rhythm. Jax follows them.

You’re a mindless, sobbing mess by the time the next orgasm rolls over you. Crying around Jax’s cock.

Your boneless by the time your boys come. Jax first, spurting down your throat in deep rivulets that you swallow eagerly.

Then Clay, his hand reaching around to wrap around your throat again. The sudden pressure on your throat sends you over as Thor thrust right again that spot inside you.

Your scream is muffled by Clay’s hand around your throat. Your vision darkens as your orgasm tears out of you.

The last thing you remember before you pass out is Thor’s roar as he climax’s deep in your cunt, your pussy milking him dry.

~*~

You startle a wake, feeling a cock slip out of you as you’re lifted in the air. “Shh,” Jax murmurs softly, cradling you against his chest.

You settle against him and rest your head on his shoulder, drifting off to sleep as he carries you upstairs to your shared bedroom. You wake again as your lowered into the middle of the bed, pillows pulled up under your hips to tilt them up. “Gonna make sure it takes,” Jax murmurs and presses a kiss o your lips. “Happy Birthday, darling.”

He’s replaced by another blond. “Happy Birthday, baby,” Clay murmurs. “We’ll make sure you’re bred thoroughly.” He presses his own kiss to your lips.

You mumble incoherently, a smile on your face.

Thor leans over you and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. “Don’t worry baby girl, we’re gonna take care of you. Happy Birthday.”

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