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Acceptance

George Weasley X Malfoy!Reader

Summary: After dating George for a few months, you finally tell your parents about your relationship. Their reaction is even worse than expected.

You and George had been dating for months already, having been friends for even longer. So you both agreed you would both finally tell your parents about your relationship so you could convince them to let you spend the last few weeks of summer together.

You decided to tell them only a few days after you got home, knowing it would take a lot of time for them to accept it and even longer to convince them to let you go to the burrow.

“Mother, father, I need to tell you something.” You said fumbling with your hands nervously. Now, why were you so nervous? They were your parents they should be happy you found someone who cares about you, someone who always tries their hardest to make you laugh and smile, right? Well perhaps they would be if that someone was good enough according to their standards. George Weasley, however? Definitely not worth a Malfoy’s attention.

“Of course, sweetheart, take a seat.” Your mother smiled gesturing towards the chair next to hers while your father simply raised an eyebrow from his chair across the desk.

“I’m… I’m seeing someone. I have been for a few months.” Sensing your nervousness Narcissa took your hand in hers. Your father just kept looking at you coldly sensing he wouldn’t approve of your choice. As usual.

“Who is he?” Narcissa spoke after seeing you couldn’t really find the words to explain it by yourself.

“George Weasley.” You said looking at your father trying to read his expression. The silence that followed your statement was deafening. And when it was finally broken you wished it hadn’t been.

Your father laughed. You couldn’t see if it was because he was surprised and you couldn’t find anything that made the situation funny.

“Y/N I have put up with your nonsense for years. I didn’t do anything when you were  little and decided to befriend the house elves. I looked the other way when you were  seven and decided to learn more about muggles. I even welcomed you home after you went and got sorted into Gryffindor. But this? I will not have a member of this family consorting with blood traitors. This, I cannot accept.” You were astonished. Didn’t do anything? Looked the other way? Welcomed you home? In every single one of those situations you had been yelled at and grounded for weeks. If Lucius thought that was acceptance what was he planning on doing now?

“What do you want me to tell you? I like him. He makes me feel accepted and loved in a way that no one has ever done.”

“You will put an end to this right now. You will not see that boy again. Do you understand me?” Your father raised his voice standing up and slamming his hands on the desk.

“No. I won’t do that.” You said firmly trying to hide your nervousness.

“Y/N, you are my daughter, you will do as I tell you!” You could see your father’s anger was rising to a level that even you had not experienced, but you couldn’t back down. Not on this.

“I won’t leave him.”

“You either do as you’re told or you can walk out of this house and never come back.”

“Lucius, you can’t be serious.” Your mother finally intervened, getting up to calm your father, but he just pulled away from her. Meanwhile, your eyes were filling with tears.

“I have had enough of this Narcissa. This crosses the line. No daughter of mine is allowed to associate with such filth. So you either end this or you’re no longer a part of this family.” Your father looked you in the eye and the amount of hate and disgust present in his look was something you never thought you would experience.

“I… I guess I’ll be going then.” You knew you couldn’t stay after this. Even if you agreed to end the relationship you knew you would still be punished. And with the way your father was looking at you, you were scared of what he might do. He had never laid a hand on you, but seeing the look in his eyes you weren’t sure he wouldn’t. Not to mention that you could never leave George. He was the only one who made you feel loved. He was the only person who truly accepted you. After knowing what that felt like, you couldn’t just walk away from it.

You got up on shaky legs, allowing the tears to escape your eyes freely. You were just about to open the doors of your father’s office when you heard him.

“You have an hour to leave this house. If you’re still here after that time you will regret it.” You nodded and left his office. As you were walking away you could faintly hear your mother pleading with your father, but you knew he wouldn’t change his mind.

When you got to your room, you immediately started packing your things. Your vision was blurry from your tears and you were feeling light-headed but there was no time to spare. You weren’t willing to test your father on his promise.

“I heard about what happened. Are you really leaving?” You were startled by Draco’s presence in the room. In the middle of all your frantic movements and the chaos in your mind, you hadn’t even noticed him coming in.

“I don’t really have a choice.”

“You could just forget about the weasel.” This is where things always went wrong with your brother. You cared about each other deeply but he shared your father’s views while you did not. That seemed to be the starting point of all your arguments.

“I’m not having this discussion with you Draco, I have less than an hour to leave.” You looked at the letter in your dresser signed with George’s name. It had arrived earlier that afternoon, and you had decided to read it after talking to your father so you’d have something to encourage you. You picked up the letter and put it in your bag carefully to read later. When you looked up you saw Draco holding out a small pouch towards you.

“What’s that?”

“Money. It’s all I could find laying around the house so quickly.”

“I don’t need money, I have the key to my Gringott’s vault.” You explained and proceeded to open your dresser and shove all your clothes into your suitcase. Thankfully it was still charmed from your last trip abroad, so you’d be able to fit anything you wanted in it.

“You’re not over age yet, father has access to that vault.” Draco pointed out, still waiting for you to take the pouch.

“You don’t think he would leave me with nothing.” You said uncertainly, finally accepting the money.

“I didn’t think he would disown you either.” Draco said, moving to take your books off your shelves and helping you pack them. “Where are you going?”

“I’m not sure. Do you think Uncle Severus would take me in?” Spending your summer in a tiny apartment definitely wasn’t your first choice but Severus was your godfather and you did enjoy spending some time with him. You two had a strange bond, you being the only teenager he actually liked being around, but still, you weren’t sure he’d want you invading his personal space for the entire summer.

“He wouldn’t turn you away, but I don’t think he’d be too happy about it.”

“I’ll probably end up at the Leaky Cauldron or something.” You looked around your room finding the walls bare of all your books, photos and decorations. Somewhere in between packing and talking to your brother you had eventually stopped crying and were now feeling calmer. “I think that’s everything.”

“If you forgot something you can always write to me and I’ll try to send it.”

“That’s if father doesn’t burn the room as soon as I leave.” You smiled only half joking. You pulled your little brother into your arms and squeezed him tightly. “I probably won’t see you again until we’re back at Hogwarts.”

At that thought tears came back to your eyes. What was surprising was that the same was happening to Draco.

“Promise you’ll write to me. I want to know you’re okay.”

“I promise. I should leave now. I don’t know how much time I have left.” You grabbed your things and went downstairs. You found both your parents waiting for you in the living room besides the fire place, only one of them showing any signs of sadness.

Your mother hugged you before giving you the jar with the floo powder. You looked at your father expecting him to at least say goodbye but were met with nothing but silence. The only possible sign of uncertainty was his fingers fumbling with the top of his cane. Looking down you grabbed the powder, dropping it in the fireplace saying clearly “Diagon Alley.”

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Can I req something? you know about the subspace one when the marauders love to tease the reader to death and they barely acknowledge that she's already far gone and it takes them two hours to get her back (frustrated, panic and tired) because she refuses to come back unless they continue to fuck her senseless. thanks!

warnings/content: marauders x fem!reader, a bit of marlene and lily but nothing sexual, voyeurism, really bad subspace, swearing, daddy!kink, BDSM, overstimulation, penetrative sex, mentions of oral sex, mention of being naked in a public area, use of pet names, mention of spanking/bruising

It’s painful if you really think about it, the eighth orgasm that trying to pull from you, but you can barely move, limbs heavy with lethargy.

“C-Can’t. N-No more.” You blubber desperately, reaching down with trembling fingers to anxiously push at Sirius’ navel to get him away. However, your arms are so thick with fatigue that your fingertips merely brush through the soft tufts of hair of his happy trail.

“Don’t complain. You’re lucky to get my cock.” The male sneers, hips pistoning into your own with such a hard pace that the only noises that spill from your lips are short, staccato mewls that are utterly pathetic.

“Hurts. Hurts so bad. C-Can’t cum anymore. Don’t wanna.” But yet you’re not moving, taking every hard thrust against your overworked cunt with appreciative nods of your head.

“Aww, you’re fine. Don’t complain.” Sirius snarks, reaching forward so he can roughly grab at your jaw and force your gaze upon his own. His calloused fingertips are melding bruises into the supple flesh of your mandible, forcing your swollen lips into a pout.  “You love it. Now take it like the good little slut that you are and I’ll think about giving you the attention you seem to be so desperate for.”

He drags his palms over the curve of your hips before he pulls your perspiring limbs up, forcing your legs up back so your knees are nearly level with your breasts while he wreaks absolute havoc on your cunt.

“Careful, Pads. You’re going to fucking break her in half if you’re not careful enough.” James breaks away from his intense liplock with Remus, his chest expanding with his deep lungful of hair he’s sucking between swollen lips.

“Sod off.” Sirius groans, readjusting so he’s sitting more of his weight on his calves as he ruts into you, paying close attention to the way your walls are clenching so tightly around him.

The discomfort of overstimulation that is broiling in your abdomen is slowly growing into a pleasure that has you crying out desperately for more. “S-So good. So good, Daddy.” 

“Yeah? You like that, you little cock slut? Look at your pretty pussy, puppy. Look at it take my big cock.” Sirius seeths through a clenched jaw, releasing his firm grip on your thighs to curl his hands around your hips and press your thighs closed once more. At this point, he nearly throws your two legs over his left shoulder so he has more control over your figure. 

The slight curvature of his hard prick has the mushroom head creating exquisite friction against your g-spot, which, in turn, has dazzling stars doing cartwheels along the ebony expanse of your closed eyelids. 

Every hard spasm of your walls around the thick girth of his cock has the boy grunting out obscenities that would make even Remus blush as your back careens off the mattress in a delicate arch. 

With the new position, you find that there’s a dull ache that bleeds along the expanse of your spine, but it’s ebbing on the border of euphoria. Your brain is absolute mush as your orgasm edges closer and closer from your periphery while the soft sounds of Remus and James snogging echo in your eardrums. 

You allow your irises to make a small appearance as you slowly open your eyes, directing your breathing through your nose so you can maintain your breathing. And that’s when it hits you, a white-hot, final burst of light that flashes in front of your eyes as your climax hits you hard and fast. 

You want so badly to watch as James anxiously tangles his slender fingers through Remus’ tangled curls, tugging at them with such desperation that Remus has to drink up every soft mewl that spills from James’ lips. 

Their tongues are dancing with an unseen tempo, lips puffy and swollen from how utterly brash and lewd the entire endeavor is in itself. And the sight of it all is nearly enough to anchor you back to your body but not quite. 

For you’re drifting off with a soft delicacy, so thick a haze churning in your skull that no matter how many times you blink, you can’t seem to clear the sheening of tears over your irises. 

Sirius has spilled inside you, his seed thick and heavy inside your heat as he slides out with a soft sigh, releasing your thighs and allowing them to drop carefully onto the mattress. 

“One more.” You gasp as you turn over onto your belly, tightening your shoulders and pressing your cheek further into the bedsheets. You press your shoulder blades together and present your overused cunt to the males as you press your chest down and arch your back. “Daddy want your cock.” 

You can hear James detach from Remus with a soft gasp when he traipses over to you, hooking his hands under the bend of your waist and gently flipping you over so you’re seated on your bottom. 

Bruises from earlier endeavors that paint your backside are burning angrily and you cry out when you land so suddenly on your bum. “We’re all done, bunny. Remember when you told Sirius that you couldn’t take it anymore? You’re all done, poppet. Good job, m’love!” 

Your bottom lashes are growing heavy with the additional weight of impending tears as your bottom lip juts out in a begging pout. “One more. Please, Daddy.” 

You go to reach out, to cup his cheek, but James is catching your wrist in his large palm and pulling away. He barely registers the clouds that swim behind your pupils as he smears a soft kiss atop the tip of your nose. “Go to the bathroom, babydoll. Up now, come on.” 

You comply, and before they notice, you turn your head so they can’t register the tears that are now streaking down your crimsoning cheekbones as you hobble over to the bathroom. 

You go as quickly as possible, trying your very best to ignore the dull throb that zings up your spine when you accidentally brush over your throbbing clit, eliciting a soft cry from your lips. 

You stumble over to the water basin and slowly, lethargically wash your hands under the hot stream of water before shutting it off and smearing your hands over the large towel strewn haphazardly across the counter. 

“Now can I have your cock?” You raise an expectant brow as you grapple onto any available surface to prevent yourself from toppling over completely while you make your way over to the brunet. 

“No, ‘m too tired,” James answers in an honest response, brushing his lips over your temple as he pats softly at your backside, lulling you to pull your arms up so he can slip an old t-shirt over your head. 

You want to be a good girl, but he’s not noticing, he’s not understanding how badly you need this. You grab at his broad, muscled shoulders when you nearly keel over with how heavy your legs suddenly are.

When the flimsy, cotton t-shirt is covering your bare figure, you try once again. “Please, Daddy?” But you’re directing your question at Remus, flashing your best attempt at puppy dog eyes. 

“Sorry, bunny.” Remus chuckles as he slips a fresh pair of boxers over his hips. “Just all got soft. Maybe next time.” 

“We literally gave you eight. What kind of needy little cock whore are you?” Sirius snarks as he slips his own t-shirt over his head but nonetheless turns around the bed to pull you into his side and press an endearing kiss atop your ahead. “But good job, pup. Did really well for us tonight.” 

You nod blearily, shaking your head with hidden dejection, and slip out from his embrace to go sit down atop James’ mattress, or such is what they think. However, when their backs are turned, your slipping out of the door and padding down the hallway to find the stone steps. 

You were deep in subspace but now it’s even worse, especially with the snarky, yet teasing comment Sirius had just thrown in your direction. Sure, he meant well but you weren’t in the right headspace to see such intentions. 

You’re long gone before you’re able to hear their curious questions pertaining to your whereabouts as you find yourself in the Gryffindor common room. It’s late at night, nearly two in the morning, and so you find yourself momentarily disoriented as you try and find the entrance up to the girls’ dormitory; your room. 

The chill from the stone is biting into the soles of your feet as you slowly, and quietly pad up the steps to find your shared bedroom with Lily and Marlene. You’ve been able to choke back the sobs that have been churning in the back of your throat as you curl your fingers around the brass handle, but now you can’t as you push through the now-open door with a soft cry. 

“y/n? Oh, hunny, what’s wrong? Why the tears, m’love?” Lily cooes quietly as she rushes over to your quivering figure, fingers hovering so tentatively around your arms as your back collides with the door and you slide down. 

“It hurts so bad!” You blabber through waterlogged lashes, your chest heaving as you swallow shaky lungfuls of air. 

“What did they do? Tell me what they did.” Marlene is most definitely not happy, her blonde brows pulled in so tight there are hard lines drawn across her forehead. She’s pissed. 

And the sight only brings on another onslaught of heavy tears, as through your degenerative headspace, you think she’s mad at you.

“I’m sorry!” You wail curling your bare legs up to your chest and with a quick glance, Lily can see that you’re completely bare down there.

There’s no way on Godric’s green Earth that you’d ever willingly walk all the way across the common room without any bottoms on in a healthy mindset. And so with such an inkling, she completely sinks to her knees, cradling you to her chest as she speaks quietly with Marlene. 

“Don’t be sorry, dove. You’re alright. Tell me what happened.” She coos, pressing a freckled cheek to the top of your head as Marlene squats down to pat endearingly at your bare knee. 

Through it all, any bashful secrecy is thrown out the window. “Wanted to be a g-good girl. And they w-wouldn’t let me be one! Couldn’t even make R-Remmy hard. I’m not good enough to make them hard anymore!” You cry, the two girls trying their best to get you away from the wooden door. 

“Darling-” 

There’s suddenly a combination of fervent knocks against the door, the kind where someone is pounding their fists against the wood rather than delicately knocking as they should. 

Lily knows exactly who it is, and so she doesn’t bother getting you to cover up your bottom half as you cry into her shoulder. 

When the two females don’t respond, the male behind the door takes it in himself to shoulder in, face a ghostly pallor at your presence. 

“Princess.” Sirius rushes over, nearly dropping to his knees at the sight of you. 

“Don’t ‘princess’ her.” Marlene nearly snarls, shooting the brunet an angry glare as the other two come stumbling in. 

“Daddy.” You whine through your thick tears, pushing feebly away from the ginger’s firm embrace to go tumbling into Sirius’ open arms. 

Lily isn’t offended by the act, rather, she’s upset with their sudden entrance and the fact that they’re the reason you were put into such a bad mental state in the first place. “What are you doing here?” She crosses her arms over her chest. 

You’re burying yourself further into Sirius’ chest, nosing at the sensitive junction between his neck and clavicle as you attempt to soothe your whimpers. Sirius parts his lips to argue until he hears you sniff audibly before you cry out with the soft brush of his sweatpants over your sensitive bundle of nerves. 

“She was fine. You know we’d never do anything to make her feel uncomfortable or upset.” Sirius tells the redhead as he rises, holding onto you like a mother koala would carry her infant.

“Bullshit. Because she came to us crying.” 

“C’mere, bunny.” Remus sighs softly as he steps closer, and you listen, allowing the lankly male to pull you away from Sirius so you can latch onto him. “You alright, baby? Come back f’me.” He pets at your hair as he finds your bed, trying your best to distract you from the quarrel between Sirius and Lily who are only arguing for your wellbeing, of course.

Remus sits down atop your mattress, pulling you away a little bit so he can get a good view of your visage. “Hi, pretty girl.” He murmurs softly, brushing away the strands of hair that have managed to stick to your face with your hot, waterlogged cheeks. 

“Hi, Daddy.” You blubber, sniffling dramatically as you subconsciously jut anxiously against his clothed, muscled thigh. “Am I good, Daddy?” 

“So good, dove. Best ever.” 

“Why can’t I get you hard anymore?” You blubber anxiously, falling forward so your head is smearing against his clavicle. “‘M not pretty enough.” 

“Baby,” Remus gasps softly, encasing your rouging cheeks with his soft palms, which are such a stark comparison to the roughness of his fingertips. “You made me cum twice. Twice! I can’t go more than that, m’love. I can’t take it like you can. My strong, strong girl.” 

“Took our cocks so well.” James muses from behind, sponging delicate kisses along your shoulders before traveling up the back of your jugular and then to the back of your ear. 

“Sod off, James.” Marlene spits as she sits down beside Remus on the bed. “C’mere, pup. Let me dry your tears now.” She croons and you don’t hesitate to listen, slowly sliding off Remus until your head rests atop the cushion of Marlene’s thighs and your bare calves are left on Remus’ lap. 

“No need to cry, pretty girl.” The blonde cooes quietly, brushing the pads of her thumbs over the streaks of tears that have fallen and cleaning your cheeks from the pain that once resided there. “You’re alright.”

“Daddy’s mad.” 

“Daddy’s not mad at all, puppy.” Sirius voices from behind you, as apparently he and Lily have finished their argument. “And s’not Daddy anymore, m’love. It’s Sirius, yeah?” 

“S-Sirius?” You turn so you’re no longer facing Marlene, but rather Sirius. 

“Yes, puppy. Sirius. You did so well for us, baby. Good job. Come back fo’ us, yeah? Come back to me.” He grapples onto your hand, pressing his lips to your knuckles before his lips stretch into a simper. 

“Please,” James whines quietly, rubbing his palm up and down your palm and squeezing softly at the sore muscle. 

“Don’t wanna. Want your cock. One more time. Wanna be a good girl. Please.” 

“No, baby.” 

Then you’re getting up, scrambling off their laps, and standing up as tears teeter on your eyelids once again. “Please.” 

The only person you haven’t attempted to persuade is James and you’re sinking to your knees beside him on the floor, and saddling over his lap (for he’s sitting on his arse), and curling your arms around his neck. “Want your cock just want more time, please, Daddy.” 

“It’s James, bubba. You know that.” His hands are steady against your hips as you wind yourself up in him, fingers scratching at the hair at the back of his neck. 

It’s been thirty minutes at the boys are beginning to grow worried. 

Then the time bleeds into an hour and you’re still whimpering for them to fuck you. 

And then it’s two. 

Under any normal circumstances, they would comply. But tonight was the night they managed to pull eight orgasms from you, which is something they’ve never been able to do before. They pulled you right over the edge and now they don’t know how to reign you back in. 

They have you curled up on Lily’s mattress with an old stuffie between your arms while Remus pets at your hair to calm you down. 

Sirius, James, Lily, and Marlene are standing, biting anxiously at their thumbs as they observe your quivering figure with Remus. 

They’re exhausted, it’s nearing 4:30 in the morning but they’re not going to bed with the impending risk of sending you to bed with such a mindset. But that’s not an issue because you’re barely tired. You’ve been wired ever since they overworked you, begging for more and it’s not as though they can soothe you. 

They’ve offered for you to get them off one more time, to get Lily or Marlene their orgasm, but you want your own. Eight wasn’t enough.

Normally this was strange because when you typically slipped into subspace, you were a babbling mess for their cocks, and now it was your own orgasm. 

But then you’re puncturing their timorous stupors when you roll over onto your back, still fingering the fringe of the worn-out stuffed animal, eyelids growing heavy with fatigue. “Remmy?” Your voice is meek as you sit up. 

“Yes, darling?” He kisses softly at the inside of your wrist. 

“Can we go to bed in your bed now?” 

They’re all collectively releasing that big breath that they had been holding for hours as you loop your arms around the freckled boy’s neck and allow him to pull you from the mattress. 

“Yes, baby. Of course, we can.” 

The walk back to the boy’s dormitory is a silent one, and it takes a couple moments for Remus to pull you away from his torso, but when he does, you’ve changed your mind and now you want to sleep with James. 

They don’t argue, knowing you’re still in a delicate state of mind and they only murmur words of appraisal until they know for a fact that you’re deep in sleep.

That’s when James pops that silent bubble (thankfully not waking you) and announcing his opinion on the little wager the three of them have going. 

“Ha! She chose me. Now, pay up, boys. Daddy’s getting moola tonight.” 

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The Butterfly Effect with Cara

Getting my moms to answer questions

Natasha Romanoff x Reader x their daughter

When Cara set up her filming station in her room, she hadn’t realized how exhausting it would be. She has three chairs all lined up together, box lights, a ring light, and a candle burning in the distance. Her camera is fully charged and ready to record. All she needs is you.

You both come barreling into her room with a bit of apprehensiveness. You more than Natasha. You’re both used to being in front of a camera by now. It’s a frequent occurrence but being in the “hot seat” by your teenager is a different type of scare. You take the seat on the left and Natasha on the right leaving Cara on the end. She sits with you two, phone in hand, and an arsenal of questions.

“Once we do this there’s no going back,” Cara warns.

“There’s nothing incriminating in these questions?” You ask with a brow raise. Agreeing to this might backfire in some odd way. Though it could be fun.

“Totally,” Cara nods before pressing record. She sits down and fixes her hair. This causes you to do the same. Natasha is cool, calm, and collected as she waits for Cara to begin. The young girl looks into the camera with a slight smile but otherwise chill expression. “Hello, it’s Cara, I have two very special guests today. My parents. Mama or Natasha if you know her. And my Mom or y/n.” You give a small wave to the camera while Natasha gives a slight tilt of her head.

“Happy to be here,” You say akwardly and before you know what’s happening Cara bursts into laughter. “What ?”

“That was so fake, Mom,” Cara giggles and even Natasha agrees.

“We both know you’re less than enthusiastic about filming this,” Natasha says.

“Whatever,” You pfft. “I’m here as a willing participant but if people would like to donate to my freedom I can leave my Venmo. You can put that in the description right ?” You’re only half joking.

Cara glances to the camera and then back to you.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea unless you want thousands of people requesting money from you,” Cara says. She looks forward again. “Anyway, these are my lovely parents. You guys have been begging me to get them in a video. At least 90% of my comments are about them. So, today we’re doing a mom tag or asking my moms questions that you’re too afraid to ask yours. Are you guys excited ?”

“I’m pretty interested,” You shrug at the same time Natasha says “ecstatic.”

“Okay,” Cara looks down at the first question. “I can’t promise that all of these are innocent so I’ll just start with whatever one I think is…” she scrolls down a bunch before picking one. “Do you ever get used to touching poop and vomit pretty much everday?” She reads aloud. She lies her phone on her lap to allow you to answer.

You look to Natasha first, giving her the space to speak, and of course she’s unbothered by it.

“I won’t say that’s it’s not gross,” She sits up a bit straighter in her chair. “I think since I’ve seen it all I’m more immune to it.”

“She’s definitely more immune than me. If you notice whenever any of you have the stomach flu or anything I send you to her.” You motion and Natasha nods. “My stomach isn’t strong enough for it. Though I think it depends on age. A baby to toddler it doesn’t bother me. Anything older and I would be throwing up along with them.”

“Fair,” Cara says. She goes to the next one. “Why do you tell us to take the chicken out of the freezer instead of just taking it out when you’re thinking about it ?” Her eyes fly back and forth between the two of you. “I have to say this is a good one. I’ve gotten in trouble plenty of times for not taking it out.”

“Hmm,” You think. “This is one of those things that I think is just passed down from generation to generation. I used to ask the same thing about my mom. I guess when you have a lot on your mind things can slip through the cracks. Also,”

“Some parents do that with a lot of things and take their frustration out on the kid for not doing that simple task and it’s understandable,” Natasha finishes the statement for you. “I guess there’s no real answer.”

“A mystery that remains unsolved,” Cara shakes her head. She taps her phone screen again and her eyes widen a little. “Okay, these are getting a little juicy. Just remember you agreed to the terms of the video so now we’re in a binding contract.”

“I don’t know how valid that is but,” You say as you lean over to view whatever is on her phone. “Oh. I guess that’s not too bad.”

“I’ll ask it then,” Cara shifts in her seat. “It’s a two parter. The first one is when was your first kiss ?”

“Our first kiss together or just in general?” Natasha questions.

“I guess together and then in general if you want to answer,” Cara waves a hand.

“I was 15 and my first kiss was with Bobbi Long at summer camp,” You’re more willing to answer this question than Natasha. Cara promises to bleep the woman’s name out. “That was the first and last year I went but I was kind of determined to make it memorable. There was this cute girl. We’d hung out the entire three weeks in her cabin and mine. So the night before our bonfire she pulled me over to some random bushes and kissed me.”

“Wow,” Cara seems to be enjoying the story. Even if she’s heard it before. “Summer camp fling. That’s kind of cool. Very rom com of you.”

“I think it was cute,” You look to Natasha for hers.

“I was 13, I think,” Natasha tries to think. “It wasn’t anything special. There was a girl in one of my classes I had the biggest crush on. She was a good fighter and dancer. So we had this huge dance thing where we were supposed to show our skills every quarter of our schooling. I faked not knowing so she could help train me. Long story short one day during our lessons I kissed her and that was the end of it.”

“Little Natasha had more confidence than big Natasha when it came to kissing girls,” You quip.

“Uh oh, what’s does that mean?” Cara digs deeper.

“It means for the first three months of us dating she didn’t kiss me,” You tap her thigh.

“What? You were afraid to kiss Mom? Why?” Cara instigates.

“She was intimidating and I’m not one to admit that,” Natasha breathes. “I was really confused about my feelings for her. I had never felt so strongly about a person and I guess I wanted to take things extra slow.”

“At the time we were kind of doing a long distance thing,” You explain. “She was still doing her job with the organization she was with so at the drop of a hat she would be in and out of the country. Her schedule is much more tame now but back then it was all over the place.”

“Very much so,” Natasha mumbles. “Then one day I took her ice skating. She taught me how to skate.”

“You didn’t know how? You’re such a good skater,” Cara compliments.

“Thank you but I was like a fawn when it came to that,” Natasha says. “I knew how but hadn’t done it since I was a child. After that we got hot chocolate and went back to her place. She shared an apartment with her friend Karen and Karen wasn’t home. So we cuddled on the couch with some movie I couldn’t pay attention to. I had been thinking about kissing her all night but I just couldn’t bring myself to do it.All of a sudden she turns to me.”

“Oh,” You cringe at the memory of your younger self.

“She turns to me and goes, ‘You do know you can kiss me,” Natasha looks into your eyes as she tells the story. Her eyes trail to your lips as if it’s that day again. “And I did.”

“Way to go mom,” Cara fist pumps. “So the next part to that question is when is the last time you two made out.” Cara actually grimaces at this. Partly because she doesn’t want to hear it.

“Last night,” You say bluntly. Neither of you looks embarrassed by it. “I can’t tell a lie.”

“Gross,” Cara mumbles to herself.

“It’s not gross you should be happy your parents still love each other and want to show and express that love,” You exaggerate.

“I’m totally going to edit this out,” Cara looks to the camera. “The questions only get worse from here so thank you for that.”

“Well the fans want to know,” Natasha teases. “It’s not everyday someone gets an Avenger and one of the best lawyers in the country on their show.”

“I should be so honored,” Cara’s voice drips with sarcasm. “Here’s one. Would you be angry if I came home pregnant?”

“Damn right I would be,” You answer. “I think a lot of parents are rightfully so. I do understand that teenage pregnancy wouldn’t be easy for the adults or the pregnant teen. Would we kick you out? No never.”

“I think that we are done having children so bringing another one into the world would change the trajectory of our lives but it wouldn’t be the end of the world,” Natasha adds on. “At that point it would be what’s done is done. We aren’t giving you permission to go out and get pregnant. We would just take it as it comes.”

“I like that.” Cara nods. “We have a lot of questions to get through but I’m going through the important ones. Okay, here’s one, who is your favorite child ?”

For a second there’s hesitation on both parts. Which Cara picks up on immediately.

“Ohh, come on, you can answer,” She rolls her eyes.

“We don’t have a favorite child,” Natasha answers

“You can say Paige,” Cara jokes.

“Paige is NOT my favorite child.” You laugh and hope everyone knows what a joke is. “If anything she’s at the bottom of the list today.”

“Really? What did she do?”

“She threw a tantrum for a solid hour,” You remind them. “My ears will never recover.”

“She does have a nice set of lungs,” Cara nods. “Seriously though if you have a favorite you can say.”

“We don’t though,” Natasha argues.

“Why wouldn’t it be you ?” You interrupt. “You’re smart and funny. You wipe your own bottom. I’d say you’re pretty high up there.”

“If those are the requirements I think Charlie would be it. Even James.” Cara looks to the camera to make sure that it’s still recording.

“Honestly, it depends on the day of the week,” Natasha says. “If you’re doing your chores and keeping your homework together then of course I like you a little more at that moment than the sibling who has a clear refusal to. It may seem really weird to say. I do want to make it clear that just because my child is defiant doesn’t mean I like them or love them any less than the child who doesn’t get into trouble. I think there are instances where some parents have a clear favorite and they allow that to cloud their judgment and their parenting when it comes to each child.”

“Yeah,” You fold your arms. “I will say there are some kids that when their personality is similar to their parents it may be easier to relate to them. That doesn’t mean you completely ignore your other children. As a parent you put forth the effort and make the conscious choice to bond with the child who may not listen to you as much or may get on your nerves a bit more than your other kids.”

“Parenting 101,” Cara makes a one with her index finger. “Don’t show that you have a favorite even though you may have a favorite.”

“Not what we said but,” You poke her.

“Mama, this one is for you,” Cara turns in her seat. “Have you ever blown a cover?”

“Never,” Natasha says simply.

“Okay,” Cara whistles. “Is that your real hair color?”

“Yes,” Natasha answers. Suddenly she becomes a bit more passionate. “Everyone constantly asks me that and I can proudly assure you that the carpet does match the drapes.”

“I can give eye witness accounts,” You say.

“What does that even mean?”Cara furrows her brow.

“It means you’re too young, next question,” Natasha laughs and you laugh along too.

“Dweebs,” Cara insults. “Mom, since you’re a lawyer, how often do you break the law?”

“Oh all the time,” You casually answer. “There are some laws out that you wouldn’t believe is even a thing. But for the sake of this video I’m going to plead the fifth.”

“Good answer.” Cara high fives you. “Have either of you ever done drugs ?”

“In college,” You tilt your head “when I was a fully grown adult and was out of my mother’s house and understood the consequences of my actions, yeah.”

“No,” Natasha answers easily.

“I’m kind of surprised by that,” Cara narrows her eyes to see if she’s lying.

“Your mom was the party girl not me,” Natasha raises her hands in mock surrender.

“You’ll have to tell me some of those party stories later,” Cara fake whispers.

“And give you ideas? Absolutely not.” You would never tell. “How many more questions do we have ? If we leave your siblings for too long chaos ensues.”

“Okay a couple more,” Cara points. “I heard my parents having sex and it gives me the ick. Should I confront them and tell them to keep it down ?”

“Ohhh,” You say sympathetically. “That’s…” you look to Natasha.

“Yes,” Natasha says. “It doesn’t have to be a thing. Just say something along the lines of ‘I heard you guys last night and it made me uncomfortable. Can you keep it down next time?”

“Yeah, I’d say just ask,” Cara shrugs. “It’s natural and I know if I heard something like that I wouldn’t be afraid to tell them. Well, with anything about sex I guess. Not just hearing it. We keep pretty open communication and I wouldn’t be embarrassed to bring it up. It’s just something to think about and just say it.”

Cara looks down at her phone again. “Oh a lot of these are about sex.”

“Is that really something we should be giving advice on to other teens that are watching ?” You ask. You’d rather those conversations be had with family.

“They’re pretty tame,” Cara shows you. “This person asked what do you think is a good age to have sex in your opinion? My parents won’t have the sex talk with me.”

“The biggest injustice we do, well for a lot of parents, we shield our kids from very natural things as Cara said,” You begin. “If you make something taboo and you hide things and you don’t educate your child you’re setting them up for failure. You’re giving them the opening to go behind your back and sneak. We have always given Cara the talk in several different forms. It may be embarrassing and awkward for us as parents but it’s even more embarrassing in my opinion to allow your child to learn about it from somewhere else and get the wrong information.”

“Yeah,” Natasha scratches her head. “We have also expressed that the concept of virginity and sex is not something we’re particularly focused on. Like we said with the teen pregnancy thing. It’s not the end of the world. We are big on being safe and being prepared and understanding how you feel about it.”

Cara agrees. “They’ve always told me it’s my choice. It’s not just the choice the first time it’s an ongoing decision every time you do it.”

“After high school,” You give a range. “I could give an age which sixteen and older is what I would categorize as more ‘acceptable’. At sixteen, you’re the legal age of consent in most states. Anything younger is not something I think is a good idea.”

“That’s a good question too. If you don’t feel like your parents are coming to you, you go to them,” Cara encourages. “You bring it up and maybe don’t be so direct. Start off with other conversation and maybe slip in that you’re curious and that you’re coming to then become you trust them.”

“Wise words,” Natasha comments.

“Last question,” Cara announces with a fake round of applause. “Are you proud of me ?”

“Of course,” Natasha answers.

“Everyday,” You reply.

“I guess that is all my questions for today,” Cara smiles into the camera. “Thank you for watching.”

“Wait when do we get to ask you questions?” You grab the phone. “ like when was your first kiss.” You hold the phone away from Cara’s reach and bring it up to Natasha so that she can see.

“Oh that’s a good one. Have you ever smoked weed?” Natasha reads aloud.

“As I said those are all of our questions. See you next video. Bye.” Cara rushes to turn off the camera. You all sit there and talk for another few minutes about how she’s going to be editing and what appropriate and what’s not. Overall it was a fun experience to have with your daughter.

Cara uploads the video two days later.

She gets 500,000 videos in four hours.

Comments

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@ natlovesmemost : I totally ship those two so hard

@ Steve Rogers | Captain America : Getting Natasha and y/n on a public video ! Bravo.

@ widowsuit69 : release the tapes!!!

@ Tony Stark | Iron Man : what a lovely couple. I should be on next 😃

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DRESS

| you and abby are hiding your relationship from your friends, but you can't deny the sexual tension in the car before nora's end of summer party

| cw: 18+, mommy kink, friends with benefits situation, car sex, use of strap (r!receiving), pet names, public sex i suppose but it's said that they're in a very secluded area, happy ending

| wc: 2.5k

Maybe if Abby didn’t want you to get turned on on the way to the party, she shouldn’t have worn her hair down with a baseball cap turned around. Not to mention the black cutoff she was wearing. You feel like you're going insane. Your thighs press together in the passenger seat as she lights another cigarette, holding it slightly out the window so that the smoke doesn't get inside. 

When you heard Nora was finally throwing her end of summer kickback, you and Abby jumped at the opportunity to attend. It was always nice to see everyone after the summer had kept everyone busy. But you didn’t even care about that anymore. The only thing you could care about was how large Abby’s arms looked in her shirt, and how small the cigarette looked between her fingers.

You had been casually seeing each other, emphasis on casually. You had been friends for a very long time. You had grown up together, and when you went to college you moved in together. You couldn’t remember a time in your life when you weren’t with Abby. But, getting together was difficult. It would be weird to announce it to your friends. You were both scared that it would become too much, and it would ruin your friendship. So you decided to take it slow– really slow. You mainly had sex, and then didn’t talk about the sex after. So, you especially didn’t want to walk into the party with all your other friends smelling like sex.

“You need something?” She says, snapping you out of your daze.

You shake your head, scared of the words that would come out if you tell her what you were thinking. You pull the dress you're wearing down out of a nervous habit; mainly hoping that it'll hide the way your thighs are moving together every time she looks over at you. It's embarrassing, honestly. She hasn't even done anything. You’ve seen her in an outfit like this countless times. But there’s something about tonight; something about the way she’s driving and the way she’s carrying herself. So easily confident. You’re captivated by her. 

What you didn’t know is that you were driving Abby equally as crazy. The red dress you had picked out specifically for this party hugged your body in all the right ways. It accentuates her favorite parts of you. When you walked out into the living room all dolled up, she swore she almost came in her pants. She immediately went back into the room and threw on the strap under her shorts. Maybe you knew, maybe you didn’t. But with the way you were pressing your thighs together, she knew something was working for you tonight. She decided that she didn’t want to make it easy for you though. You would have to beg; you would have to get really desperate for Abby to consider fucking you on the side of the road.

“Do you think Mel will be there?” You say, trying to ease the sexual tension in the car.

“Hmm– I’m not sure. I know Owen said she wasn’t feeling the best the past few days. I don’t even know if he’ll be there, honestly.” 

“Oh, I hope she feels better.” You reply. Abby nods her head and hums, signaling the end of the conversation.

You wish she would make small talk, you wish she would do anything to distract the way you were thinking. She can hear you thinking, but it doesn’t work in your favor. Abby puts out her cigarette in the ashtray in the car. Then, she puts a rough hand onto your thigh, rubbing her thumb back and forth on the skin there. You almost scream. Your back straightens and you let out a small puff of air, showing your displeasure of the act. You want her to take away her hand, you don’t want to ask her to fuck you on the side of the road. But you also think you may die if she does. She inches her hand further up, the side of her palm almost touches where you need her. You look over at her; panicked. She has her tongue in her cheek, like she’s trying not to laugh.

“Abby,” you mumble.

“What, baby?” She says, pinky twitching towards you.

“Stop trying to turn me on.”

“I’m not trying to do anything. If you get turned on, that’s not my fault.” She knows it doesn't work like that, but she also knows that you love when she pretended it did. 

Abby 100% knew what she was doing. It was purely selfish. She wants to fuck you. Now. She wants to take you to the backseat and have her way with you. But she was never going to pull over the car. You would hang it over her head for years to come. ‘Remember that time you got so horny we were late to Nora’s party?’ She can practically hear your voice in her head. She knows you can't take it; knows that you will have to ask her to pull over.

Abby’s hand moves up far enough that she’s finally touching your cunt. You can’t help the small noise that escapes from your mouth. A whine; a plea. Whatever it was, Abby laughs, then moves her hand back down.

“No more teasing, please.”

“Why not?” She questions, smug look on her face when she turns to look at you.

You decide to be honest to her, “I will make you pull over the car if you keep teasing me.”

“So, make me pull over the car.” Abby says nonchalantly, putting her eyes back on the road.

You suck in a deep breath and pull your bottom lip between your teeth. “They’ll know,”

“They’re not gonna know. Just ask me to pull over. We’re in the middle of nowhere; there’s not even any streetlights. It’s two words, sweetheart, you know I’m up for it.”

The silence is deafening. You try to work up the courage as best as you can; opening and closing your mouth repeatedly. 

Her hand pushes up towards your clit again. “Pull over.” You moan out, before even knowing what you’re saying.

Abby speeds onto the shoulder of the road, not bothering to turn her hazards on since you’re in such a secluded area. The good part about the drive to Nora’s house was that there was barely a road. It was mainly dirt, the yellow lines that were once painted had been long forgotten. You and Abby had made fun of her for moving out in the middle of nowhere; now you wanted to personally thank her for it. 

Abby moves her seat all the way back. Before you move into her lap, you take off your panties and leave them in the passenger seat. She groans and takes off her hat. You sit right down onto her lap and moan when you feel the hard silicone that’s under her shorts.

“Why’d you wear that? Did you plan this?” You say accusingly. 

“Knew I’d need it. That’s all.”

“You’re so fucking cocky,” you say before smashing your lips onto hers.

Her hands meld into your ass. She uses her strength to move you back and forth on her lap, which forces you to grind into her. You whine into her mouth. She moves her kisses onto your neck and continues to rock you back and forth on her.

“Please, I want it.” You say, feeling yourself getting close from the way her pants are rubbing on your clit.

“Want what, sweetheart? C’mon, tell me.”

“Want your cock; don’t wanna cum like this.”

“You always ask me so politely. Love getting you worked up. S’the only time you’re not a brat.”

You pout at her and she smiles; knowing that her words are driving you crazy.

“C’mon, hips up,”

You shoot up off of her lap, causing her to laugh again. Of course, she takes her time taking off her shorts and boxers. When she finally does, she strokes the strap a few times, like she can actually feel it. She gives you a pointed look, and you know she’s ready for you to sit down on her. You’re careful, knowing that her strap can be painful; no matter how wet you are. When you finally do, you let out a small gasp. Tears immediately spring to your eyes as you start moving up and down on Abby. She wraps a strong arm around your waist; helping you. You shift and the backend of the strap hits her clit, causing her to moan out.

“Fuck, there y’go, baby. Taking it like a champ.”

The praise makes you move faster. You know that the strap is getting her off too. You fall into her neck and shudder, trying to roll your hips. You can’t deny you’re getting tired though.

“Always make mommy do all the fucking work, hm?” Abby says, catching onto your hints. “That’s okay. Y’know I’ll always take care of you.”

She starts moving your hips and up and down again.

She finds the spot that makes your hips twitch and your breath catch, “Oh, there it is– just needed me to find it, huh?” 

You bob your head up and down; your mouth hangs open. Abby closes it for you, wiping off the small dribble of spit that slipped out.

You feel your head grow fuzzier and fuzzier every time she moves your hips on her cock. You’re practically braindead. From her outfit, to the teasing, and how she wore the fucking strap under her clothes. You knew that you were in for. If you had a thought in your head that wasn’t about Abby’s cock, you’d be worried about how you’re gonna look at the party; how Abby is going to look. There’s no way that there’s not a wet spot on her pants. And you have to put back on your panties, that are soaked, after this. You want to beg her to start the car and take you back home. You want her to fuck you all night long. You feel a tear fall out of your eye and onto Abby’s shoulder.

“Y’cryin, baby?”

“Yeah,” you whine into her neck, the word gets caught up in a moan.

“My poor girl, what’s wrong?” Abby pushes you up so she can see your face. She pouts at you when she sees the tears. Never once does she stop moving your hips on top of hers. I mean– she’s not gonna delay her orgasm just because you’re a crybaby.

“Don’t wanna go to the party. Wanna stay like this forever.”

She tries to quiet a laugh, “I know. Mommy’s cock is so good, huh? Just wanna sit on it for eternity.”

You nod your head sincerely.

“Just focus on cumming, then we can talk about round two, yeah? Go on, rub your clit, sweetheart.”

You do as she says, reaching your hand between your bodies and rubbing the sensitive spot in rhythm with Abby’s movements. 

Obviously this wasn’t enough for her though. Before you know it Abby’s holding your hips off her lap and thrusting the strap into you. You almost cum just thinking about how strong she is. You look over at her arm and watch the muscle bulge as she holds you up into the air. You try to focus on your hand that’s supposed to be rubbing your clit, but you can’t. You press them both onto her chest, trying to feel her tits under the sports bra she’s wearing.

“Oh my god,” you mumble, taking one of your hands and moving the hair off your sweaty forehead. 

The windows were completely fogged. Abby had turned off the car, which meant she turned off the A/C. You don’t even care. At this point, she could fuck you on the side of a busy highway with a state trooper ten feet away, and you would let her.

“You look so pretty right now. So fucking pretty, doll. Gonna make you cum all over my cock.” 

This is how you know the strap is still hitting Abby’s clit– she’s rambling. No matter how cool she tries to act, the second the words start tumbling out of her mouth and she’s letting out low grunts, she’s done for.

You decide to be bold. “Am I making you feel good, mommy?”

She lets out a noise that borders on a growl, “Y’know you are, princess. Just keep being my little fuckdoll and I’ll cum, yeah?”

Her words do more damage to you than yours did to her. You’re a mess again, whimpering and clawing at her arms.

“I know you’re close,” she teases, “Cum for me, mommy’s gonna cum with you.”

With her permission, you let go. You feel yourself fall into her neck, but it feels like slow motion. You think you can actually hear your heart beating. The thick blood pumps inside of your ears, and it takes you a second to realize you’re still in the car, on top of Abby’s strap.

Abby rubs your back as you lay on top of her, pressing a kiss to your forehead a few times. “You’re alright, baby.” She says reassuringly, shushing you when you whine into her.

You sit up. Your brain is still mush– mush enough that you can finally voice your feelings. “I don’t wanna do this… thing anymore.”

Abby’s face goes blank, “Was it bad? Or too much? I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to fuck it up. Oh jesus I’m such–”

You cut her off, “No. It was really good. That’s why I wanna date. I don’t wanna just be friends who fuck anymore. I wanna be with you.”

“You wanna be with me because I fucked you in a car in the middle of nowhere?”

You scoff and hit her chest, moving off of her into the passenger seat.

“Come back here,” Abby says. You deny her, pressing your back to the door. Abby grabs your leg instead, massaging the muscles in your calf.

“You really wanna do it?” She asks. “What if it’s weird?” Her face scrunches up.

“I think this is definitely weirder than us dating.”

She laughs and nods her head. She goes to say something, then her phone rings, “Shit, it’s Nora.”

You try to listen to the conversation, but Abby’s phone is turned down, “What’s she saying?” You whisper.

Abby takes the phone off of her ear and puts it on speakerphone. Nora’s voice comes out clear, “Listen, we all know you’re fucking! You’re probably late because you’re fucking! No one cares, just get here.”

Abby goes red and immediately takes the phone off speakerphone. She gives Nora a quick ‘alright’ and hangs up the phone.

“We are not as smooth as we thought we were.” You say, trying to giggle your way through the embarrassment.  

“Well, now we have to tell them we’re dating, so buckle up. And put your panties back on.” Abby says while starting the car. 

“Yes, ma’am.”

IN RUINS

PAIRING: spencer reid x fem reader

SUMMARY: spencer reid has always had something against you. during a particular case, spencer snaps and says something he shouldn’t have said leaving you in ruins. but what happens when your in danger and he still hasn’t explained why he reacted the way he did. will he have the time?

“ what happened?” hotch says standing infront of the big white board that had some very gruesome pictures of 5 victims splayed out on a park bench. he’s standing tall and strong with his hands crossed in his dark grey suit. he’s looking at you and spencer, who’s walking in right behind you slamming the door close.

“ It’s her fault.” spencer says quickly moving to the other side of the room opposite you, trying to get as far away from you as possible.

you take a deep breath in trying your absolute hardest not to roll your eyes and cross your hands in annoyance and disappointment. “ it’s not my fault reid-”

“ woah woah what the heck happened?” morgan says pushing himself back in the precinct chair watching you and spencer. he looks at spencer, he sees the strong look of disgust and annoyance spencer is shooting at you. he looks at you, he notices you looking at spencer with a disappointed look.

“ she told the unsubs family we are after the unsub-” spencer spits out looking over at hotch, waiting for him to yell at you or lecture you.

“ wait spence we don’t even know who the unsub is. what do you mean?” jj says turning her head to look at spencer confusion written on her face. “ exactly! thank you jj!” you reply throwing your hands up.

“ michael miller is our unsub hotch.” spencer says completely ignoring your attempt to reason with him, his eyes stay on hotch waiting for him to snap at you or just lecture you. “ wait a minute i thought michael miller had a solid alibi.” morgan says laying back in his chair resting his arms on the arm rests. “ he does have a solid alibi it checks out-” spencer cuts you off. “ it does not check out!” spencer says.

“ yes it does! hotch we asked his dad who confirmed his son came home at 8:30 pm from football practice.” you say growing impatient looking at hotch, hotch’s eyebrows are furrowed tightly. his arms are still crossed listening to you and spencer bicker back and fourth.

“ just because his dad showed the tiniest bit of concern about his son when the fbi showed up to his doorstep does not make him a reliable source, just because you never had a dad who showed any bit of concern and now when you finally see a dad care about their kid does not mean you should not fall into their trap just because you never had a trap to fall into.” spencer spits out finally looking at you.

he watches as your expression hardens. he watches as humiliation and embarrassment fill your once determined eyes, the determined eyes who tried to reason with spencer at-least 4 minutes ago. 4 minutes, that’s how long it takes for your perspective of someone to change. he watches as your eyebrows tremble, a habit you have when your trying to fight back tears. he watches as your throat trembles too, probably trying to fight back that agonising choke you get when your about to cry.

the entire room goes quiet. spencers gaze remains on you, slowly watching your soul shatter because of his words. your gaze remains on spencer, slowly feeling your soul shatter because of his words.

the door that spencer slammed close 4 minutes ago opens, rossi and emily walking in. “ michael millers alibi checks out. we’ve got pictures of him at football practice from 5pm to 8:25pm. he wouldn’t have had the time to commit the murders.” rossi says opening the door for emily. “ also his teammates described him as an extrovert and outgoing which is not what we profiled the unsub to be.” emily says with her hands inside her pockets nodding looking at everyone surrounding the table.

“ i feel as though we interrupted something.” rossi says eyeing everyone in the room raising an eyebrow in confusion. he could feel the tension. emily could too. which is why she immediately looks over at morgan for answers. morgan looks at her for a split second before returning his gaze on you.

“ y/n-” spencer attempts. he tries to bring himself to take a step towards you, but it’s like his words somehow built a barrier between you and him that he now can’t even physically cross. or maybe he’s just scared that if he takes a step towards you, you’ll take a step back. away from him.

you swallow the gut wrenching feeling of tears crawling up your throat. you look down to your converse. “ i’m gonna go…uhm get coffee.” you say turning around immediately walking towards the door. “ excuse me.” you whisper pushing past rossi and emily.

“ oh wonder boy..” garcia says through the tv screen, her bright purple tinted lips which usually wear a bright smile on her face now wearing a frown. her tone disappointed as she presses her heart eye fuzzy emoji pen into her cheek. “ i uhm did my usual background checking on the uhm..list of potential unsubs and a uhm…scott anderson has a sketchy background. i’ve just sent his file to you my pretties.” garcia says stuttering quite a few times finding it hard to sneak her usually bubbly nicknames into the conversation after what had just happened. “ thank you garcia. jj take y/n and check out scott anderson.” hotch says looking at jj his arms finally by his side.

jj nods standing up walking towards the door “ i-i can go” spencer says turning his body towards jj. “ stay.” hotch replies his voice stern and bold. he looks at spencer his eyebrows furrowed.

jj closes the door. “ sit.” hotch says to spencer pointing to the empty seat at the table, spencer slowly walks towards the seat sitting down. “ you shouldn’t have said that spencer.” hotch says crossing his hands. “ hotch-” spencer attempts but is quickly cut off, “ i’m not finished. I get it. your worried spencer. your scared-”

“ hotch-” spencer is cut off once again. “ you may think your hiding it well spencer but your not. we know the unsub is targeting female victims which have similar features to l/n. if your too close to the case spencer-” it’s spencer’s turn to now cut hotch off. “ but i’m not too close to the case hotch!” spencer replies. he wanted the similarities between you and the victims to only be in his head because he wanted only him, himself to notice the similarities between you and the victims. you both have the same hair color, hair length, both considered to be attractive, both have similar personalities, and similar taste in clothing. he didn’t want it to be true. but now he knows that they are, and they’re not just in his head he’s even more worried.

“ your stuttering spencer. you do that when your worried or nervous.” emily says pulling a chair from the table. spencer shoots his eyes away from hotch to emily’s. his gaze softens a bit, emily’s tone wasn’t like hotchs. it wasn’t as stern or bold. it was rather understanding and gentle. “ i just cant control myself around her.” spencer says looking down at the picture of the fourth victim who had been wearing the exact same pair of converse your wearing now. “ well your going to have to learn how to control yourself pretty boy. you shouldn’t have said that.” morgan says looking at spencer. spencer sighs hiding his face in his hands. “ i just..god i’m so stupid.” spencer groans rubbing his tired eyes.

“ stupidity is what ended my third marriage.” rossi says crossing his hands leaning against the bulletin board with a small chuckle, morgan looks at rossi and laughs. “ well thank god pretty boy isn’t married. he’d be the new rossi.” morgan says tilting his head to the side looking at spencer trying to lighten the mood, spencer who still has his head in his hands. there’s a million thoughts going through his head, all of them are about you. all of them are about how he should apologize. is he even allowed to apologize? will you let him apologize to you? would you accept his apology? what if you didn’t? did he just ruin his friendship with you? no screw friendship, he doesn’t just want to be friends. he wouldn’t be as sensitive as he is to this case if he just wanted to remain friends. he’s in love with you. spencer reid is in love with you. and he just potentially ruined any slight chance of ever having you know that he loves you. just because he’s stupid and didn’t think before he spoke.

“ are you okay?” jj says both hands on the steering wheel turning around to look at you next to her, in the passenger seat. your heads turnt towards the window, your picking at your nails. a habit of yours. you turn to look at jj and nod. “ yeah i’m fine why wouldn’t i be?” you ask tilting your head to the side with a confusing smile. you know exactly why your not okay. but for some reason, you just can’t bring yourself to actually be upset over it. what’s there to be upset about? what spencer said is true. he’s not wrong. why are you making excuses for him? what he said was not okay. totally not okay. why do you have to make excuses for every male figure in your life for when they’ve done something wrong? why do you always make them the victim and you the villain. you just don’t wanna lose them right? because you know that if your the victim and their the villain they’ll never apologise and the entire relationship will disappear, it always does.

“ what spencer said-” jj is talking in that tone, that tone that she would speak in whenever something was wrong. in a motherly kind of tone. you immediately shake your head, “ it’s- it’s fine jj really, i don’t care. can we just please forget it ever happened? lets just work on the case.” you say running a hand through your hair biting your lower lip trying to stop your voice from trembling, you know when your about to cry and you have that heavy feeling in your throat? you swallow it hard. you turn your head to look at the window not waiting for a response from jj. jj clears her throat, “ no yeah of course.” she nods smiling turning her head back around.

“ this should be it…” jj mumbles stopping the car, parked infront of a 2 story cabin. you unbuckle your seatbelt and open the car door. “ it looks like no one’s home, there’s no car. we profiled that the unsub would have a van or a truck..” jj says closing the car door looking at the house. “ maybe he wouldn’t leave something so valuable to him outside, to the eye of the public. he’s possessive he thinks the entire world revolves around him he probably thinks someone would try to steal it.” you reply reaching in your pocket for your id. jj doing the same thing. you two walk to the front door, you in the front,

you knock on the door. you put your hand against your hip waiting for the door to open. “ we should ask the neighbours. maybe they’ll know-” you knock on the door again. “ scott anderson. fbi.” you say knocking on the door again. jj puts both of her hands on her waist. “ looks like he’s not home-” your cut off by the door swinging open.

you immediately turn your head around. “ scott anderson?” you ask looking at the man infront of you. you know it’s scott anderson, penelope had already sent his id picture on the drive over. he looks at you, then looks at jj. “ who are you..” he says looking directly at jj. “ i’m agent l/n with the fbi and this is agent jareau. do you mind if we come inside?” you ask smiling holding up your id.

he doesn’t even bother looking at your id. “ yeah whatever.” he moves to the side, making room for you and jj. you nod turning around to look at jj. she nods. you step inside jj following you.

“ do you live alone?” you ask analysing the house, its organised. weird for someone that’s his age. “ uhm yeah i do. what’s wrong with that?” he asks crossing his hands. you chuckle, “ no no nothings wrong with that, i also lived alone when i was 17.” you reply smiling. “ i’m 19.” he says looking at you, eyeing you up and down smiling. “ your pretty organised for a 19 year old.” jj says raising an eyebrow also crossing her hands smiling. “ guess i was just raised that way.” he replies rubbing his lips together. you nod. “ how were you raised scott..if you don’t mind me asking.” you say looking around the house. “ yeah scott how did you manage to score such a house at your age. do you work?” jj asks grabbing a picture frame. “ no i don’t work-” he turns to look at jj. “ put that down.” he snaps speed walking to jj. you immediately reach for your gun.

“ right..sorry. you don’t like people touching your stuff.” jj replies throwing her hands up in defeat. he snatches the picture frame. he grabs it caressing it gently, jj looks at you with wide eyes. you raise an eyebrow in confusion. “ scott. why do you have a picture of my colleague framed?” jj asks looking at the frame scott’s holding. your eyes widen.

“ oh god oh god. where’s y/n and jj?” penelope says aggressively tapping on her keyboard. “ what? what’s wrong?” spencer is the first to respond shooting up from the office chair just at the mention of your name. “ they’re at scott anderson’s why?” hotch says turning around, away from the white board to the tv. garcia starts tearing up, “ i-i did some deep digging and scott anderson has a blog about y/n..” garcia says in a shaky tone. no. no. no. no. no not again please.

his heart stopped for a split second. his hand start sweating. the air has been sucked out of his lungs. why is it so hard to breathe? why is there no air to breathe? there’s a million thoughts running through his head, they’re still about you. but now they’re worse. your in danger. your with the unsub. the unsub who has already killed five people. your in the same house with the unsub. the unsub who has a blog dedicated to you. and the last time you saw spencer you were teary eyed. no it can’t be the last time. no. please be safe.

his sweaty shaky hands reach for his phone. he clicks on your contact. hotch grabs his phone and immediately calls jj. spencer immediately puts the phone up against his ear. it rings. rossi and emily immediately stand up, “ penelope send us the address to scott’s house now.” emily says walking to the door. it’s still ringing. spencer starts biting his nails. his hearts pounding. the ringing of the phone case is haunting him. what is happening on the other side of the phone. why aren’t you answering. you always answer the phone. why is it still ringing? y/n why aren’t you answering.

“ god damn it!” spencer shouts into the phone as it keeps ringing. morgan stands up, “ hotch we gotta go.” he says standing up shoving his phone into his pocket.

the ringing stops. spencer’s heart stops. his breathing stops. everyone in the room looks at spencer waiting for any kind of confirmation. “ y/n you’ve gotta get out of there with jj!” spencer says stuttering with a shaky voice. hes scared. hes so so scared. hes never been more scared in his life. it’s quiet. why is it quiet? why aren’t you answering? what’s wrong. god y/n.

“ hey mom.” you reply. spencer takes a deep breath in. he stops biting his nails. he wipes his wet fingers on his pants. his hearts racing. your in danger. why are you calling him mom if your not in danger. oh god. he feels like he can’t breathe again. he can’t focus. he can’t do this. he can’t do this. he can’t do this without you. breathe spencer. she’s in danger spencer. she’s all that matters.

“ y/n. god i…” he chokes. “ you already figured it out didn’t you.” he says his throat feeling scratchy. he hears you giggle on the other side of the phone, your laugh erupts the butterflies in his stomach. under any other circumstances he would absolutely hate the butterflies in his stomach and would be mad at you for making him feel such way. but now they bring a sense of comfort, they make him feel normal for a split second. that this is not that big of a deal, he’s just calling the girl he really likes and he got butterflies from hearing her beautiful laughs.

“ yeah of course. i called aunt lizzie for her birthday mom i’m not stupid.” you respond. god your voice is so beautiful, but he can hear it. he can fear the slight fear in your voice. maybe other people wouldn’t hear it, but he can. spencer can. and it’s killing him. it’s tearing his heart apart. it’s making his legs shake. “ d-did he hurt you- is he gonna hurt you?” spencer says gripping his jeans tightly. he hears you laugh again, “ yeah mom.” you say.

he feels his legs going weak.

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After saving a mystical cat from a deathly experience, you're hauled into the world of Gods and Goddesses with one wish to get whatever it is you desire. Turns out, all you crave is the Goddess of Lust, Natasha Romanoff. Steamy entanglements turn into love-filled confessions, but the two of you were star-crossed from the very start.

pairing: goddess of lust! nat x G!P dom!fem!reader

genre: gods and goddesses AU / smut, fluff, angst (18+)

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Stories We Lived Through sirius black x fem!reader

Summary: Sirius tells the story of how he met you in Azkaban.

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Sirius was nothing if not the human version of every upbeat song ever. He was warm, happy, and joked around a little too much. Even after the death of his best friend, even after he spent god knows how many years in Azkaban — the one thing he never let go was that smile on his face.

But there were times when Harry would note how his godfather stared off into empty spaces, or looked like the mask he was wearing was a bit heavy. Everyone had bad days, but Harry was determined to help Sirius, even if the man in question was the most stubborn being ever.

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