pairing: Shauna Shipman x f!reader
Summary: You end up on house arrest after Shauna spits in your soup, no thanks to stupid Mari. It's not like you want Shauna Shipman, of all people, to be on your ass. So you come up with the well-thought-out idea of visiting her hut in the middle of the night to apologize. No ulterior motives at all. Smut ensues.
note: minors dni. spitting involved.
You eye Shauna anxiously as she walks toward you with the rest of the losers from today's game, something settling heavily in your chest as you realize she's coming straight toward where you're sitting. You curse your luck: of course you would end up getting Shipman to serve your food personally. A part of you wonders if Shauna has done it on purpose, but you decide that it's probably more humiliating for her than it is terrifying for you.
Just about anything has been setting her off lately, and the throbbing pain from the bite on your hand reminds you succinctly of that. You remember from school just how nasty human bites could be–just how much bacteria is in the human mouth. It would serve you right to die from an infection garnered from Shauna Shipman's mouth after surviving nearly a year in this hellhole.
Your heartbeat starts to settle as Shauna stops beside you, a broody look on her face that doesn't look any different from normal. That is until she holds the bowl out, making sure you can see her as she spits into your food. You almost gasp, just barely able to keep the reaction from becoming audible.
“Go ahead,” Shauna adds, a dangerous look that almost makes you want to push just to see what she would do. “Just give me a reason.”
You look down at the bowl she sits in front of you in surprise, not expecting her to do something so public. With the way Mari sits forward in her seat, you can already tell that she’s taken notice. Which, arguably, was the worst possible thing that could have happened to you today. You grab the bowl, fully intending on just eating it spit and all, but Mari isn’t going to let that happen.
“What the fuck? Shauna just spit in her food,” Mari points out loudly, drawing the attention of all the other girls.
God, she was such a shit stirrer.
Your eyes widen, and you rapidly shake your head at Mari. Almost pleadingly. It doesn't seem to matter if she even notices your protests. Shauna certainly doesn't. Mari keeps grouping you in with her lately. Just because you weren't on Shauna's side doesn't mean you were on Mari's. For fuck’s sake, she was going to get your ass kicked.
“Jesus Christ. Shauna, did you spit in her food?” Nat asks exasperatedly.
“What? No,” Shauna lies.
Someone should tell her she wasn't good at that. You were almost embarrassed for her at how painfully thin her voice sounded. She might as well have just confessed.
“The fact that you even think I would is insulting.”
“You should eat,” Shauna says quietly, in that soft yet deadly tone of hers. It's more unsettling than if she had actually screamed at you instead. “I worked hard to make it.”
Mari reaches across the table and smacks it out of your hand, leaving you to watch it fall in what feels like slow motion.
You look down at the ground mournfully. It doesn't even matter that Shauna had spit in it. You were still willing to eat it. It's not like you'd find food anywhere else. How quickly Mari seems to have forgotten that awful winter.
Shauna immediately tenses up, and her lack of access to Mari across the table means that you're the one who ends up face-first on the ground with a mouthful of dirt and what used to be your dinner.
“I said eat, bitch,” she hisses in your ear before being pulled off, leaving you to stumble back onto your feet as some of the other girls help you up. Your eyes are wide as you look back at an enraged Shauna Shipman, face smeared with dirt and food.
You spit dirt out of your mouth absently, trying to get the taste out. All it serves to do is anger Shauna again as she lunges at you, held back only by the grip the other girls have on her as you stumble back and away. You open your mouth to stutter out an apology and an excuse because you really did not need this right now, but the glare Nat gives you silences you before it can come out.
“I've fucking had it with this shit! Starting tomorrow, you're both on house arrest,” Nat says, glancing between the two of them meaningfully.
You barely notice Mari storming off, too busy wiping dirt off of your face.
“You know what?” Nat pauses, looking over at you. “You too, actually.”
You just sigh.
How has this become your life?
Locking Shauna away in her hut? She was going to come kill you in your sleep. You wouldn't even see it coming. All your friends would be out looking for you when you went missing and would be completely unaware that Shauna probably fed you to them to hide the evidence.
You were fucked.
…
You wait until you're sure the rest of the girls in your hut have fallen asleep before you creep up and out. Both because you're not technically allowed to leave and because you know they would try to talk you out of what you're sure is a monumentally stupid idea. But it's the best one you've got.
Show up to Shauna's hut, try to apologize, and probably get roughed up a little. At least it would probably get her off your ass afterward, if you looked pathetic enough. Shauna didn't tend to bother the more passive girls, tending not to find any joy in trying to break their spirits. Maybe if she got it out of her system, then you could sleep soundly for the next few nights before you inevitably pissed her off again.
All you have to do is walk in and try to explain–
Oh shit.
She was already up on her feet and coming toward you before you even managed to take more than a step into her hut, almost like she was waiting for you. Not even just waiting for you. Hoping, probably. What was it she said to you earlier? Just give me a reason. It seems like you’ve definitely done it now.
“Wait–” you try, but Shauna doesn’t care to listen as she lunges out for you. You’re already expecting her fist to make contact with the side of your face, so you’re pleasantly surprised when she just grabs onto your arm.
Shauna holds on tightly to your wrist, her thumb digging in hard enough that a whimper of pain escapes your lips and your knees buckle. The look of sheer glee that crosses her face tells you exactly what she thinks of that little reaction.
“You’ve got some fucking nerve, showing up here.”
“I just wanted to apologize.”
“Apologize?” She asks angrily. “You came here in the middle of the night, while I was probably sleeping, to apologize?”
“It sounds stupid now that you say it like that,” you acknowledge with a nervous laugh. Shauna doesn’t laugh with you.
“Why the hell are you here?” She asks again.
“Maybe I wanted to… give you a reason.”
You don’t realize how true the words are until they leave your lips, and the momentary flash of surprise that crosses your face is as genuine as Shauna’s.
“Shauna–”
“Don't fucking speak to me,” she hisses through gritted teeth, shoving you back into the walls of her shelter hard enough that the whole thing wobbles precariously.
You look around anxiously, terrified the structure will collapse down on top of you. There's no way that scenario doesn't end with Shauna beating your ass in the wreckage. That's if you were as lucky as Lottie. After what happened last winter, Shauna was more likely to end up serving you for dinner.
“You're fucking nothing to me,” she continues, stalking toward you.
You nod quickly, hands held up in some gesture of appeasement that only seems to set Shauna off again as she grabs you by the collar of your shirt to send you sprawling onto the cold, uneven ground as all the air in your lungs rushes out with a pained huff.
It has been par for the course of what you have been expecting so far. There was something about the look in Shauna's eye that unsettles you, something that you aren't sure you've seen before. You consider just going limp and lying on the ground, but then you remember how many times Shauna had kicked Lottie in the side, and that gets you moving again.
You start scrambling up onto your knees, but Shauna's too quick for that, settling onto the back of your thigh and pinning your arms behind your back before you manage to get any leverage.
It's humiliating to be pinned like this, face down in the dirt with your arms held behind your back. You buck your hips frantically trying to get her off, even resorting to try squirming out from under her, but nothing works until you hear her little grunt.
You still immediately, unsure of what caused it and afraid she's going to hurt you for accidentally kicking her or something. It's not like you're unaware of how vulnerable you are right now, so unprepared to fight back if she decides that she's going to hurt you more.
“Stupid bitch,” Shauna taunts, sitting firm on your thigh. “Stay fucking still.” She squeezes your wrists painfully in reminder, making you freeze beneath her.
Slowly, enough that you wonder for a moment if the action was unconscious or not, Shauna rolls her hips down against the back of your thigh. When you don't immediately protest, she tries her luck again, another slow roll like she's testing the waters.
“Shauna,” you murmur, turning your head to rest your cheek against the dirt as you go limp beneath her.
It's terrifying to let yourself be so prone on your stomach with Shauna around, knowing she could take advantage of it at any second. But the little sounds that leave her lips and the feeling of just how warm she is above you convince you to let yourself do something reckless.
How long has it been since you've had this kind of contact? Something not out of necessity or violence. Something out of nothing more than desire.
How long had it been for her?
You try to look back at her, but Shauna growls under her breath, and you let your eyes fall back to the side of her hut. She starts humping the back of your thigh in earnest now, her knee bumping into your other leg and forcing it wider to accommodate her stance. It's not questioning, not even tentative. It's a command to move your fucking leg. And you do, without question.
Back and forth and back and forth until the feeling of her sweatpants rubbing against your thigh turns into a wet glide. Shauna fumbles her grip on your arms, finally wrenching them up to pin them on the ground so she can get a better angle.
She's not trying to muffle her ragged breathing so much as she's trying to stop something louder from coming out. Something needy that girls might be able to hear just one hut over.
The huts had given you some measure of secrecy that the cabin never could, but there was no real privacy out here. Shauna's hut, the one that belonged only to her, was the closest place you could get.
There was no doubt in your mind that if Shauna got even a bit louder, then everyone else would know what you were doing. You weren't entirely opposed to the idea. The part of you that would've been horrified to be heard like this died in the plane crash. Now, the thought of everyone knowing you were in here with Shauna was thrilling. Beyond even just the protection that it would give you with the other girls.
No one wanted to piss off Shauna Shipman.
You would like to say that the whole thing had been strategic, but you've really stumbled into the whole thing. And that was if you managed to survive the encounter. That was still up in the air.
She bites down hard where your neck meets your shoulder, making you cry out even as you try to stifle it. It's like you can feel every individual tooth as it tears into your skin, quickly making you realize how playful that bite on your hand had been in comparison. Shauna grinds her teeth from left to right, making you shudder as it brings tears to your eyes.
Shauna sounds feral. Fucking you like a wild animal while you're prone on your belly and exposing your neck to a predator. It's enough of a rush for you that you know it must be driving her fucking insane. She pulls away just enough to talk threateningly into your ear.
“I could kill you, you know,” Shauna says, her voice heavy from exertion. It doesn't seem to slow her hips down any. “Put my knife right through you and tell them you came to my hut and attacked me.“
You tense up at the words, and Shauna moans as it gives her a sturdier surface to grind against.
Stabbing a person in the back with a thigh soaked with your arousal. The most obvious self-defense case you've ever seen. That, in combination with how obvious she was lying about spitting in your food, almost makes you laugh. But you manage to choke it down with the knowledge that she might actually kill you if you do.
“Fuck, just like that,” she mutters distractedly, like the threat was already forgotten.
At a loss for anything better to do when pinned to the floor, you keep your muscles as tense as you can. Shauna doesn’t bite you again, so you decide to take your wins where you can find them.
Almost unbidden, your eyes fall to the corner of her hut where her knife lies almost inconspicuously. It’s just barely within reach if you could manage to shake her arms long enough to lunge for it, close enough that you could probably manage to reach it with the tips of your fingers. One of the benefits–or downsides, when you share with three other girls–is that almost anything within the huts is in reach.
Despite how distracted she seems, it doesn’t take her long to notice where your attention lies. She laughs against the curve of your shoulder, nipping at the skin almost playfully. If you didn’t know how hard her jaw could snap down, of course.
“Are you thinking about it?” She asks, digging her nails into your wrists. Shauna sounds like she thinks it’s funny.
You don’t answer, knowing there’s no real way to placate her. If you say no she will just call you a liar, if you say yes… Well, you aren’t in a hurry to find out.
“You’re no fun,” she says, almost to herself, but the tense moment passed almost as quickly as it began.
Her teeth graze your jaw again, a promise more than a threat. Shauna doesn’t speed up or slow down, maintaining that steady drag like she has all the time in the world. She’s not threatened. Why would she be? Her breath is coming out quicker now, short little gasps as she nears the edge she’s been chasing.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she murmurs, a sigh that sounds suspiciously whiny falling from her lips as her hips slowly come to a stop. You can hear her breathing heavily above you, her hands holding on tightly to the back of your arms.
“Shauna?” You question hesitantly as the silence starts to edge on uncomfortable.
She huffs loudly, the sound sharp with misplaced anger and frustration. You can feel her weight shift on top of you, but she can't seem to find words angry enough to express herself with. Finally, she straightens up to glare down at the back of your head. You can't see her, of course, but you can almost feel her burning anger.
“Don't fucking move,” she warns.
Shauna slowly lets go of your arms, watching you like an animal ready to strike as she sits up to fumble her way out of her sweatpants. You don't dare to do more than flex your fingers as you lie in wait. You're afraid to move your arms when her location is up in the air. It could be anywhere, and you've seen how effectively she can gut things.
“Now you want to be a good listener?” She asks from somewhere behind you. She clearly isn't expecting an answer, but you couldn't help yourself.
“Shauna, I didn't–”
“And you were doing so good.”
You tense at the words and at the way Shauna starts to enter your field of vision as she moves closer. Her face is just barely visible, her eyes blown in a mix of rage and sheer arousal. For a brief moment you allow yourself the luxury of sneaking a peek down past Jackie's shirt that she hadn't bothered to take off to the bare skin of her thighs.
But you don't get long to really enjoy the view.
“Too good to eat my fucking food,” she mutters, leaning closer to press something into your mouth. “Eat this instead.”
It's dark enough that it takes you a moment to feel out what it is, a blush rising to your cheeks as you realize she's stuffed her panties in your mouth. Your head feels foggy at the realization, almost lightheaded from the experience. Or maybe that was the way you struggled to breathe, every breath short and sharp as you struggled to get your lungs to fully expand.
Shauna grabs on tightly to your arm, wrenching it around to flip you onto your back like it was nothing.
You stare up at her dazedly, only to be met by the sight of her fierce glare. As if it was your fault that she couldn't fuck herself properly with the back of your thigh. She settles down into your lap, thighs spread wide to keep you pinned as she leans forward to plant a hand on your shoulder to brace her weight.
Shauna holds eye contact with you as she spits on the palm of your hand, smirking when you tense in surprise. She brings your hand between her legs, sighing when you make contact. God, is she wet. It shouldn't surprise you with everything that's happened since you entered her hut, but you still find yourself gasping at the warmth of her as you slide two fingers home.
She clenches around you immediately, like she's just been waiting for it all night. As soon as you start to thrust your fingers, she moves along with them, matching the rhythm the best she can and digging her thumb into your shoulder warningly when she decides she would rather you match hers. It's not like you care, not when you get to watch the way the muscles in her thighs flex with each move.
You almost forget how to breathe as you look up at her, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses her face faster than she can quench them. It's a subtle thing with how hard she's trying to suppress it, but a little twitch of her mouth is all it takes to give her away when you're scrutinizing her so closely.
Shauna surrounds you.
Her weight on top of you, her body so solid and immovable despite the nearly a year you've been starving. Her scent filling the air, the familiar smell of dirt and animal blood and something uniquely Shauna that you've grown so used to in your time in the wilderness. The wet heat of her wrapped around your fingers and pressed against your lap, a warmth that's more than welcome in the chill of the night air. Then there's the taste in your mouth as your tongue brushes the wet fabric of her panties. There's nowhere to go beneath her, pinned as thoroughly as you are. Nothing to think about but her.
Just how Shauna likes it.
You can feel even more of the warmth of her pressed against you as she leans forward, body trembling with adrenaline and something else as she seeks out more contact. You have to adjust the angle of your hand, which Shauna doesn't appreciate until she does. Letting out a little sigh as she rolls her hips down.
“Couldn't just eat. Had to go get me in trouble with her majesty.”
So it was your fault now?
“Who the fuck does Nat think she is?” Shauna doesn't wait for an answer, just continues on mockingly, and ignores the way her breath hitches when you curl your fingers. “I don't want to see either of your faces for a week. Or what?”
You hope the question was rhetorical. It would be just like Shauna to gag you and then get pissed you wouldn't answer.
The continued angry muttering under her breath assuages that fear, but you don't have much time to think on it as Shauna brings a hand to your face.
There's a glint in her eye that promises nothing but bad things as she brushes her thumb across your lips, slowly plucking the fabric of her panties and pulling them free. You lick your lips nervously, trying to soothe the dryness of your mouth now that they're gone.
“Open your mouth,” Shauna commands, and you do so with more than a little hesitance. She hooks her thumb over your bottom teeth, just enough to keep your jaw open as she looms over you. Slowly, taking her time so that you have to watch helplessly, she tilts her head down and parts her lips. She doesn’t spit–nothing as simple as that. Instead, she just lets a thin, glistening string of saliva fall from her mouth to land squarely on your tongue. It’s warm and wet and so unbearably intimate.
You jerk away almost instinctively, but Shauna clenches her thighs tightly around your hips and digs her fingers into your jaw to keep you right where she wants you. Her eyes glance down, watching the way her saliva sits on your tongue and mixes with your own.
“Swallow,” she commands, voice sharp. Your cheeks burn red as you do, struggling for a moment to do so with your mouth held so far open.
She nods slowly, this time just spitting into your open. Her head tilts to the side like she’s studying you, and she seems pleased when you swallow without being asked this time.
“Good.” Her voice is low, gravelly in a way that makes you squirm as she traces her thumb across your jaw. ”Now, hold onto this for me.”
This time, as her spit reaches your tongue, you do nothing. You don’t jerk, you don’t flinch, you just keep your mouth open wide as the string of saliva lands. She leans close enough to kiss you, breath brushing hot against your lips, but she just pulls away again with a pleased hum.
You think she might say something else, but all she does is let go of your jaw to press two of her fingers in your mouth. She doesn't push, doesn't even try to choke you like you were prepared for. Just rests the weight of them on your tongue as she watches the way your lips close around them.
Shauna starts riding your fingers in earnest now, fast enough that you struggle to keep up with her. God, could she fucking move. You knew from watching her on the field, and lately from watching her in the chase, but it was something else to witness it while two knuckles deep.
Her thighs tremble with the effort of it, but a part of you suspects she's still holding back. The squelching sound fills the air, loud and unmistakable in its simplicity. There's no doubt in your mind that everyone knew what you were doing if they hadn't already pieced it together from the sounds leaving Shauna's lips. She wasn't quiet or shy like you might have shamefully imagined her being before the crash.
It was like the thought of shame never even crossed her mind.
Maybe after a very public birth and subsequent well-deserved crash out, little things like all of your former teammates knowing you're getting fucked one hut over don't register as much in your mind.
You can tell by the way she's clenching around your fingers that she's getting close, but if Shauna's aware of it, she doesn't acknowledge it. Even when your thumb presses against her clit to rub quick little circles, the only response you get is a sharp intake of breath as she presses into the touch.
It's different now that you can watch her start to fall apart. Different now that you're actually participating instead of just letting her use you as a means to an end. You hadn't minded, obviously, but you much prefer to watch the way her eyes slip shut as her head starts to tilt back.
When Shauna comes, it's violent, thighs snapping around your waist as a loud cry tears itself from her lips. Tears was the right word, as it sounded like it cost Shauna something as it came out. Pride, maybe. Or something else entirely.
Either way, Shauna looked wrecked as she lazily rode out the last of it–eyes almost black as she stared down at you.
…
You stare up at the ceiling of her hut after everything's said and done, slick with sweat and short of breath. Shauna hasn't said anything in a while, just silently rolled off, and laid down.
Turning on your side, you sneak a glance over at Shauna, whose eyes are already closed. You slowly reach over to rest your arm over her hip, starting to draw it away as Shauna tenses. She grabs at your arm with her hand, saying nothing but not allowing you the chance to pull away. You hold your breath as you scoot closer, but Shauna doesn't comment one way or another.
That's the closest to an invitation you're going to get.
I seriously love your writing 😭 may I request some Protective/Guard dog (butch?) Reader X Mel
Very protective over everyone. But specifically Mel. Maybe R is the type to keep to themselves, stays quiet and doesn't talk much, but tends to keep a watchful eye on everyone (totally not projecting cause I'm autistic 😂) Maybe after the incident where Mel gets knocked over by the patient R pays more attention to her, slowly starts falling for her then maybe another roudy patient trys to attack her and pushes her or something, R is practically bolting across the ER and body slamming the crap out of them. Maybe as soon as help arrives R is right by her side, kneeling over her (Accidentally calling her baby and not even realising cause you're so worried???) R is the one to do the check up on them and Mel calls you out for the 'Baby' thing. Maybe they have a little heart to heart talk about feelings and maybe have a cute moment and kiss 👉👈
Orbiter
Mel King x Guard dog!Reader
Summary: You're protective of everyone in the Pitt, but especially Mel. And when she gets hurt for the second time in your presence, it's hard for you to not let it show just how much you care for her
Word count: 2.7k
Warnings: Medical innacuries, medical injuries, mentions of injury to the back of the head, bruised shoulder blades, bruised ribs, pet name (baby), protective!reader, reader is also kind of down bad sorry not sorry, multiple check in's throughout check up
🎵 - Orbiter
a/n: This one took so long, and there's literally no reason why because I enjoyed writing every bit of it. I also am in absolute LOVE with this concept. Of someone projecting Mel to the highest degree. She deserves it honestly for taking care of herself for so long UGH MEL GIVE ME A CHANCE I WOULD OUT-FREAK YOU AND TREAT YOU SO RIGHT LIKE YOU DESERVE
Everyone in the department knew to get you when something felt like it was about to go down. Not because you talked much, but because you didn’t. Not because you demanded attention, because you never did. People knew you because when things got bad, they looked to you.
A psych patient getting aggressive? Someone whispered your name.
Family member screaming at staff? Someone went to get you.
Drunk guy trying to swing at a resident? You appeared out of nowhere with that cold stare and crossed arms, and suddenly, he remembered how to act as a sober human being should.
You weren’t big necessarily, that was the funny part. You just had a face that looked permanently unimpressed. One look, and it had fully grown men reconsidering their decisions. And somehow, despite your silence, everyone trusted you. Especially Mel.
Melissa King was practically the opposite of you. Warm where you were guarded. Bright where you were sharp-edged. Granted, she didn’t always understand a joke, but once she got it when explained, she would laugh even if it still didn’t make sense to her. She cared for people a lot more than the average nurse or doctor, and somehow she still managed to smile after twelve hours of nonstop disaster.
You didn’t know when you started watching her more closely than everyone else. Maybe it was because she always smiled at you as she understood. Maybe it was because she’d started bringing you coffee without asking. Maybe it was because she never pushed when you didn’t answer right away.
Whatever it was, your attention had naturally become solely focused on her.
However, then the incident happened. July 4th.
You hadn’t seen the whole thing; you were on the other end of the department, trying not to punch the computer screen in front of you as Baran Al-Hashimi breathed down your neck, telling you to chart more. Chart faster.
You only witnessed the aftermath, the commotion as two police officers entered, found who they needed, and swiftly chased after him. The patient slammed into Mel hard enough to throw her backward off the chair she was sitting on.
You still remembered the sound of her body hitting the floor. Something cold and ugly had ripped through your chest, and by the time security tackled the guy, you were already beside Mel, crouched low.
“Hey,” you’d said quietly, hands hovering near her shoulders. “Look at me.”
“I’m okay,” she’d groaned.
She winced as you helped her up, and you remembered your jaw clenching so hard it hurt the rest of the night. After that day, everyone noticed the change. You hovered near her, not obviously because you were too subtle for that, but suddenly, you were always nearby when Mel was dealing with difficult patients.
You lingered around her trauma bays longer. You walked her to her car after night shifts without mentioning it. If someone raised their voice at her, they’d look up and find you standing behind them like an attack dog, seriously deciding whether you should go the full mile and show your teeth.
Mel had started to notice, and that should’ve been your warning sign.
But even if it was, you wouldn’t have taken it seriously. Because over the next few months, you had started to fall for her. Now, you had noticed her before all this. She was awkward in social situations, but so were you. She got overly emotional in some cases, and you had understood because while you don’t necessarily show a bunch of emotion anymore, you used to be her.
You two became friends, and you got even more protective of her if that was possible. Everyone in the ER began to refer to you as Mel’s Guard Dog. It was fitting, you had to admit, but you hated the title because it would get back to Mel. It always got back to Mel.
The second incident happened while the ER was once again overloaded. Half the waiting room was angry, psych was backed up, and staffing was short enough that everyone looked half-dead.
You were helping restrain a combative patient in Bay 6 when you heard Mel yell. Your head snapped up instantly, and across the department, a man twice Mel’s size was screaming in her face while she tried to calm him down.
Security was still too far away.
You tried to get away, but your hands were tied up with the current patient under you. However, then he shoved her, hard, and your eyes followed as Mel stumbled backward into a supply cart with a sharp cry.
Everything in you went white-hot.
“Sorry, Robby.” You told him before you moved, without thinking. One second, you were across the ER, and the next, you slammed into the patient hard enough to drive him sideways into the wall.
Gasps erupted around the department. “Bad choice, buddy,” you snarled as the patient tried to then swing at you. That was also a bad choice, as the adrenaline was coursing through you enough for you to drive him down before he could even finish the motion, pinning him brutally to the floor while security finally came running.
“Take him,” you snapped.
Your voice cracked through the ER so sharply that even the patient shut up. The second security had him restrained, you were already turning, already looking for her. Mel sat against the supply cart, stunned and breathing hard. The second you reached her, your entire demeanor changed.
Gone was the violence. Gone was the terrifying, angry edge in your voice. Your mouth isn’t in a frown anymore, your bottom lip is now sucked between your teeth as you dropped to your knees in front of her so fast that you know it will hurt later.
“Mel.”
Her eyes flicked up to yours. You reached for her carefully, hands hovering before settling on her shoulders.
“Hey. Hey, look at me.”
“That was a doozy.” She laughs a little.
“It’s okay. It’s okay, baby. You alright? Hm?” The word slipped out accidentally, but you didn’t realize it. “Melissa?”
“Y-yes. Yup. I’m okay.” Now, Mel is trying to reassure you.
Someone was asking for statements. Security dragged the patient away. Dana was yelling for someone to call psych. None of it mattered because all you saw was Mel. You checked her over quickly, gentle but thorough.
Her pupils are equal, so there’s no obvious internal head injury. You would know anything further when you examined her head more thoroughly, but she seems okay for now.
“Let’s get her to a room.” Dana is insisting, helping you haul Mel up from the floor. You keep your eyes on Mel’s face the whole time, making sure she stays wide awake. She’s still a little shocked, which who wouldn’t be, with her eyes wide open, pupils darting from both of you on either side of her.
She can certainly walk by herself, but some part of you likes to think she likes the attention. She’s not pushing you or Dana away; she’s simply following along. But it’s not like she has a choice anyway.
You get her to a room and have her sit down on one of the beds. You grabbed supplies from the cabinet- ice packs, gauze, a penlight, and vitals equipment. Your hands were steady now, but only because you were forcing them to be.
Mel watched you the entire time. You could feel it.
“Where does it hurt the most?” You ask, and she points to her right shoulder blade. “Are you comfortable enough with me to take a look?”
She nods in response and shuffles a little.
“Okay. Turn a little away from me.”
Mel shifted carefully, and your hand instinctively settled against her waist to steady her. The contact lasted maybe two seconds, but it was still too long. Your thumb brushed lightly against the fabric of her scrubs, slowly lifting the black fabric up past her side and stopping just underneath her ribs. You use your free hand to lift the shirt a little bit higher, but try to keep some decency for her as well, as you catch a glimpse of her bra.
Professional. Stay professional. You have to remind yourself as you hunch slightly to inspect her. The skin hasn’t turned purple or an angry red, but as you lightly brush your fingers over the spot she pointed to, it feels tender, and you can hear her let out a small wince.
The fluorescent lights overhead cast pale shadows across her skin as you examined the tough skin near her shoulder blade. “He’s lucky security got there first,” you mumbled. You reached for an instant ice pack, activating it with a sharp snap before wrapping it carefully in a thin towel. “This is gonna be cold,”
You moved closer again, gently pressing the pack against her back. Mel sucked in a breath.
“Sorry.” You told her immediately as a response.
“No, it’s okay.” She again tries to reassure you.
Your hand lingered there a moment longer than necessary, holding the ice pack in place while she adjusted. You hated how carefully she was breathing, hated how stiffly she moved, hated that split second earlier when you’d looked up across the ER and seen someone put their hands on her.
The memory made your adrenaline flare up all over again, and your hands clenched together. You stood and grabbed a second ice pack for her shoulder.
“Lie back a little,” you said quietly.
Mel shifted carefully until she was resting against the raised exam bed, one leg bent slightly to ease the pressure on her side. You adjusted the pillow behind her before she could do it herself. You wrapped the second ice pack in another thin paper towel before gently placing it behind her.
Then, you checked her pupils again, then her pulse, and then asked pain questions she clearly found repetitive. But she answered every single one anyway.
Mel watched you quietly while you updated her chart on the tablet.
The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable. You loved being quiet. You had never been the talkative type. You were better at silent companionship than most people would probably like. Most people found your quietness intimidating at first, but Mel never seemed bothered by it.
If anything, she understood it better than anyone. She also liked silence, routines, and she also couldn’t help observing everything around her. She noticed a lot of other details that other people missed. Which meant she also, of course, noticed what you had called her earlier.
“D-did you mean that?” She asked, a little embarrassed to ask in the first place. Because what if you don’t remember? What if you just didn’t mean it? She has felt some way about you for months now. “What you said earlier?”
“What did I say?” You replied, your fingers coming around the back of her head to feel if there were any bumps or bruises. She winces a little, but so far, you don’t feel anything major. “I’m gonna take out your braid. It will make it easier to feel for anything abnormal.” You tell her, and she nods.
Your fingers slide down to the elastic holding her hair together and slip it off. Her hair fans out a little bit below her shoulders, and she looks beautiful like this. Granted, you think she looks beautiful in any scenario, anything she wears, anything.
“You called me ‘Baby’.”
“That’s what I said?” You question, your fingers feeling up the back of her head before moving down to try and get a look at her shoulder blade.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s what you said.” She nodded.
“I don’t remember.” You whisper, steadily focused on the back of Mel’s head. “Sorry if I said it.”
“You don’t have to be sorry for it. I….I actually quite enjoyed it.”
“Did you?”
Now her face is getting hot. “Yeah.” She nods, and you have to ask her real nice to remember to stay still for you.
“Stay still for me, baby.” You let the name slip again, before ultimately making the decision, you’re done with the exam, and you come back around to face her head-on. “That time I did it on purpose.” You smile.
“Are we…can we talk about…all of this? Please? It would make me feel better.”
“About what?” It’s a genuine question, as there are so many places she could potentially start.
“M-Me and you? I’ve seen the way you look at me. I’m observant in that aspect, and I find it… nerve-wracking when you look at me like that.”
“I’m sorry if I made you feel that way, Mel. I never meant to. I never wanted to.” You shake your head, looking at her face. “You’re just too cute to look away from sometimes.”
She offers you a smile. “Thank you. But I thought we were just…friends?”
“We can be friends if you want to.” Although it would break your heart. “If you don’t like me like that, then I’d rather you not pursue me.”
“Right. And I wouldn’t want to break your heart, either.”
“That would be very nice, yes.” You chuckle a little.
“I really like you as a friend, and I really like you as a person. I’ve been wanting to talk to you about this, too, because I think I like you.”
“Are you sure this isn’t the adrenaline talking?” You try to joke, but Mel doesn’t grasp it. “I-I was kidding. That’s a joke, Mel. I like you too.”
“I was hoping you’d say that.” She nods, tapping her thighs.
“I was hoping you’d say that too.” You confirmed. You just look at her, and she just looks at you. Both of you are watching each other’s mouths and eyes, your lips and the crinkles that appear around the corners.
“Can I kiss you?” Mel suddenly asks, and it takes you aback for a moment.
“Ye-yeah. Yeah, you can kiss me.” You’re a very protective person, a very guarded person, but you still have your moments where you’re caught off-guard. And Mel sure knows how to create them. Your knuckles grip the swivel chair beneath you as Mel leans forward.
You try to stay still, not knowing if a singular movement could potentially make her rethink her decision.
Mel’s soft lips press up against yours, and one of your hands slides towards the back of her head. It takes so much resistance inside yourself not to press your tongue into her mouth. But she tastes so sweet and so soft.
She lets out a small gasp of breath when the two of you finally part, and suddenly, it’s not just you and her in an examination room. The sounds of the ER flood back in, and the two of you become almost embarrassed.
“Was that…okay?” Mel has the gall to ask.
“Mel, it was perfect. I mean, did I think I was going to kiss you in an ER examination room? No.” You shake your head, reaching out to take her hand. “I was thinking more of a nice candlelit dinner, and then I would walk you back to your apartment and kiss you on the stoop. But this is just as fine.”
“You could still take me out for dinner. I wouldn’t mind. I really like Italian right now.”
“Noted.” You laugh.
“So are we…I mean is this…”
“Are we together? We can be. But we can also go as slow as you and I need.”
She seemingly lets out a deep breath. “Okay, good. That alleviates some pressure off my shoulders.”
“I like you a lot, Mel. And I would at least like to take you for Italian.”
“That would be very nice of you, thank you.” She smiles for what feels like the first time that afternoon, and it makes your heart flutter, and your stomach fill up with butterflies.
“8:00, Mariano’s?” You pull out your phone, typing in the address so she can look at the menu and decide if she’s comfortable with any of the food or not.
“Sounds good.”
You nod in confirmation. “Good.” You stand to leave, but you hear her make a disgruntled noise.
“Um, can I just…before you go…”
“You want another kiss?”
“Yes, please. If you want-” but you cut her off before she can finish and press your lips to hers this time.
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Hi! I read your NSFW alphabet for Melissa and I love it 😭. Hoping to claim 🧢 anon and make a request 🙏
Soft sleepy sex with Melissa in your shared hut, maybe you've both had a long day doing chores, collecting water from the lake, chopping wood etc you just want to be close to each other. Soft touches and kisses, hand holding while doing it. Letting her spend however much time between your legs as she wants. Praising her and calling her a good girl when it's her turn to feel good and you can tell she's getting close. (Also Mel and reader with a happy trail 🤭) snuggling up after and falling asleep tangled together, just happy to be with the person you love
Hello new Anon! 🧢❗️
First off, I'm so glad you read and liked my alphabet for Melissa! I hope you enjoy this x reader fic and it's everything you imagined <3
And yeah, she's going to keep the hat on while she goes down on you. I don't make the rules, sorry.
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UNWIND ME
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Your body hit the blankets with a soft thud (the bedding wasn't exactly soft like home), as you let out an exhausted sigh. Everyone around camp had their specific duties that they worked to fulfill; Shauna would butcher, Gen got into hunting, Nat was the leader... and you, well, you helped out where you could.
Lately, you'd been helping Akilah with the animals when Lottie stole her away to perfect her visions, and tending to animals was back-breaking work.
The only thing you really had to look forward to was your girlfriend coming back for the night. Well, she was basically your girlfriend. Things weren't like back home-- there were no real dates to go on or elaborate love declarations with flowers and chocolates, but you both made do.
Melissa was like a girlfriend, anyway. You two shared a hut, she slept holding you, and you had sex, like... well, a lot. So what else could it be?
After what felt like forever, you finally heard Melissa's voice talking to Gen outside. You couldn't help but smile when you heard it, knowing that it was only a matter of time before she'd flop down next to you.
Her voice got closer and closer until it stopped. Gen straying away, and Melissa lingering in the entryway of your hut.
She looked how she normally did-- pink hat on backwards, green and blue striped shirt... except now, she was wet. And no, not the good kind.
"What happened?" you asked, sitting up, finally getting the energy.
"Oh, um," she looked down, almost embarrassed. "I dropped the water bucket. I was trying to, like, make less trips? So I filled it to the top, and, well..."
"C'mere," you summoned. "You'll catch a cold. Let me take it off of you."
Melissa's embarrassment faded, turning into something else. "But it's the middle of summer."
"Are you really making excuses to keep your clothes on?" you teased.
That seemed to snap her out of it as she shook her head a bit, moving closer so you could remove the soaked garments.
You started with her hat, luckily still dry, but necessary to remove in order to get her shirt off, and then moved on to her striped top. You slipped it over her head, her long hair and two front braids falling back onto her shoulders.
It was easier to appreciate the little things out here, like how her hair was softer and cleaner from the lake and how her braids were neat and newly done.
Your eyes trailed lower, though, to her stomach. You knew it was there, of course, but it was a little newer, and you started to form a great appreciation for it.
"The last razor rusted," she said, following your eyes.
You kissed her stomach, feeling the fuzz of her happy trail. "I like it," you said, leaving a few more open-mouthed kisses. "It's kind of hot."
"Really?" she asked, blinking a few times, that small, soft smile gracing her lips-- the one that you loved so much.
"Very hot, actually," you corrected, pushing yourself further back onto the blankets to make room for her to come lie down.
She knew to do so, wordlessly, as she stripped off her plaid skirt, stepping out of it. She grabbed her hat off the foot of the bed, slipping it back on.
It would've been more awkward, you fully clothed while she was just in her underwear and sports bra, if you weren't so comfortable with each other, and it wasn't so damn hot outside.
She sat down first, swinging her legs over until she was nearly spooning you. It was way too warm for this, but you knew how Melissa got after a long day, and you could never push her away or say no to her when she was soft.
You both stayed like that for a while. You honestly had almost drifted off to sleep until you felt Melissa's hand move to rest under your shirt. It wasn't much, but she was typically shy to initiate, so this was something.
It excited you, honestly, that she was taking initiative. You moved closer to her, leaning into her touch, as if to encourage her.
Her hand continued, lazily exploring your stomach, before breaching the waistband of your pants.
"I... can I?" she asked, her voice nearly a whisper into your ear.
You wanted to just nod and tell her, of course, but you also wanted her to be comfortable taking what she wanted.
"Can you...?" you said, open-ended, wanting to hear what she desired.
"I want to..." she swallowed, her throat visibly bobbing, even with the limited view you had from looking over your shoulder. "I want to taste you. Please?"
"Yeah," you said, already moving over more onto your back, not wanting the moment to slip away. "I mean, yeah. I want that."
"Okay," she wet her lips, unable to stop her smile from emerging, and a small puff of exhalation. "So I can take your pants off?"
God, she was cute.
"Mhm," you hummed. "That's kind of how you get to it."
"Shut up," she said lightheartedly as she moved further down the makeshift bed.
She straightened herself so she was kneeling, working to strip off your pants and underwear in one go with the help of you lifting your hips.
She tugged them down, wrestling when one pant leg bunched around your ankle, but other than that, she was pleased that it went alright. She was nervous, of course, even though she'd done this once or twice before. Recently, though, it felt different. It wasn't fully dark yet, you two weren't under the blankets, and it wasn't just a quick release.
It seemed like something more now, and she really, really didn't want to mess it up.
It was like you could sense her overthinking, though, placing a hand on her warm thigh. "I want this."
She just nodded, adjusting her hat and tugging it firmly on her head.
She slid back down, spreading your legs apart as she lay beside them, flat on her stomach. She just stared down at your pussy for a moment, her tongue darting out to lick her lips prematurely.
With the way her chest was heaving, you knew she was excited and had been thinking about this all day. Just as you were about to give her some more words of encouragement, though, she bent her head down to place a kiss on the top of your entrance.
It surprised you, but in the best way possible. Your hand crept down to encourage her, finding Melissa's hand as you grasped it firmly.
Her tongue tentatively swiped through you, licking a stripe up the length. It felt different this time with how slow she was going and how intentional each lick was. It was more than fucking, it felt reverent, almost.
Her tongue swiped through your folds again, a little harder now. Her eyes looked up to you, searching your face for a reaction.
"It's good," you said, nodding. You grabbed two nearby jackets, balling them up to put under your head to elevate you so you could watch Melissa eat you out. "You're doing so good."
She licked through you again, ending her motion with a sharp suck. You must've been wet, because you heard her let out a little sound as she tasted you.
She was wet, too, by the way her hips moved against the fabric beneath you both. You didn't even know if she knew she was doing it, and honestly? That was hotter. The fact that she couldn't wait to get off, the fact that she wasn't touching herself and rather focusing all of her attention on holding your hand with one of her own while the other wrapped around your thigh, keeping it spread...
She sucked again, perfectly, causing you to let out a little sound. Melissa fully pulled back, her blue eyes wide and her pupils blown out as she looked at you in complete awe.
She'd never heard that specific sound before, but she needed more.
She dove back in with passion, eating you out hungrily-- her nose brushing against you. She wasn't the most experienced, but her excitement and neediness to make you feel good outweighed any lack of precision.
Something she knew like the back of her hand, though, was how to finger you. You weren't surprised when her hand left your thigh and teased your entrance, her lips more focused on zeroing in on your clit.
You squeezed her hand, pursing your lips to stop yourself from crying out.
"M...Mel," you whispered, your voice breathy. "That's so good. Just like that. Good girl."
That did it.
Two fingers slid into you, curling just right. She knew just how to touch you with her fingers, her tongue lapping you up sloppily. It was unpracticed, but perfect.
You could feel it build in your stomach, watching her down there. The visual of Melissa between your thighs, working dutifully at your clit while her fingers squelched inside of you, just had your orgasm build faster.
You squeezed her hand, your hips moving against her tongue desperately. She could feel it, and it did wonders even without your verbal begging. You were both too cautious that others could hear, but it didn't stop little quiet sounds from slipping out to show Melissa how good she was doing.
Melissa always liked the praise, and when she was praised? She worked you unshakably towards the edge.
"Mel, I..." you tried, your legs shaking as she pumped her fingers before curling them, hitting that spongey spot.
"Mm," she hummed, knowing.
She wanted you to come, and she wanted to taste it.
You knew just from the hum-- you knew because it was her.
And she wanted all of you, all the time.
When you did come, it was music to her ears. She lapped up your juices, moaning the loudest you'd ever heard her yet, simply enamored by the wetness and the fact that she caused it.
She was obviously needy, crawling back up your body, kissing your bare skin.
"Was it...?" she asked, barely letting her lips separate from your skin enough to let the words out.
"Perfect," you replied, still a bit blissed out, but knowing she needed the praise. "Can I do you now?"
"You want to?" She looked up at you, hopefully.
"I always want to," you replied, touching her braid. "I wanna be on top of you. I wanna hold you close. Do you want that?"
She nodded, already rolling to the side, her thighs sticky, "So much..."
"Good girl," you said, rolling on top of her, taking her hat off to put beside them. "Lean back."
I desperately need more butch4butch with reader x wilderness van. Just being your happy selves. Always trying to out butch each other. Who can carry the most logs, who can fill the most water buckets. Always trying to pick the other up and show of their strength. Little wilderness work out sessions, comparing muscles and sharing clothes. Not to mention the sex? Mind blowing ofc. Just being able to be yourself in the wilderness together without societies bullshit - 🧢
trying to out butch each other, literally having tallies for whoever won after hours of labor and showing off your muscles and shit. maybe it's tai who chooses....both you and van being together but having a thing for her so it's like...an open relationship but only open for taissa. if taissa chooses van as the one who out butched, she always comforts you and says she'll consider picking you next time if you show her some loving. she says the same thing to van when she picks you.
or just showing off for each other...trying to impress your butch by carrying more logs than her, getting massaged by van later when you complain about your sore arms because you went too hard. working out together and stripping down to your tank top while van goes shirtless because of that miraculous wilderness top surgery. or going shirtless as well because who the fuck cares!! having competitions to see who can last the longest (both during workouts and in bed), loser has to be the winner's servant for the week.
doing your butch's hair, always asking if you can make a little braid in it because you love running your fingers through van's hair.
comparing muscles but it's just you and van showing off and groping each other. which usually turns into someone getting pinned against the ground or a tree and getting finger fucked 😇
thinking about you and van having ur own special pot to wash off your dildo bc of course someone brought one....something will think dinner is cooking, but when they look into the boiling pot, there's just a dildo floating around 😭
van and her butch get sooo much shit done because they like to out butch each other. after the cabin fire, you and her would get competitive to boost morale in the group, and you'd go collect logs and shit to make the huts. taissa would be the one helping, instructing you two on how to build it, but most of the wood came from you and van. it was you and van who tore that plane apart for supplies and stuff. trying to out butch each other made it so the yjs had fewer trips back and forth to gather supplies. you'd both be carrying a shit ton.
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