#First fic

[jennaswifey]

"I still love you"

Warnings: heartbreak, break ups, alcohol, driving under the influence/ reckless driving, angst, that's it I think.

A/N: first time writing angst so bare with me guys. Anyways I write this listening to drivers license but the live version from SNL so probably listen to that while reading it's linked to the title. Guys that all enjoy pls. 🙏🙏

Word count: One hundred or two hundred I'm not sure

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"I just don't wanna end up hurting you, angel." Despite her soft tone, her words rang loudly in your ears with the weight of the meaning. It's all over.

"you're hurting me now," you replied, your voice breaking and crumbling with each word.

That was one of the last interactions you had with Billie before your life crumbled. The tour was coming up and her career was skyrocketing. Apparently, she didn't want to hurt you with how much she'd be away. How does that make sense? Heaving you to avoid hurting you.

The moment constantly replayed in your head like a broken record. The way her voice was daft like always. The way she still asked you "angel" despite breaking your heart. It's like the songs she wrote for you didn't matter anymore.

"Today, I drove through the suburbs cause how could I ever love someone else?"

What hurts more is accepting.

Accepting that she's left you.

Accepting you have to move on.

Accepting that you're no longer hers.

She isn't coming home to you anymore.

When you fall asleep at night her comforting warmth is gone.

Now all you're left with is the cold empty sport next to you as you sleep.

"I know we weren't perfect but I've never felt this way for no one"

You love her and she is gone, leaving you to deal with your pain alone while she's with friends, moving on. Happy. How is she so happy? She ripped your heart out, stomped it into the curb, and left you to put it back. It feels like all your vital organs were ripped out, leaving you empty and alone. She was your vital organ.

You couldn't handle the pain alone. But you have to. She's gone. You won't be able to hear her laugh, see her smile, feel her warm arms wrap around you after a horrible day at work. It was bad. You knew it. But you had to.

You turned to alcohol. The only thing that could stop the moment from replaying in your head.

"Billie, how is this going to help us? You're just giving up?" You ask, your voice breaking more and more with each word as your tears sting your face as they fall.

"I don't want to hurt you, love" her voice is still soft. Why is it so soft? Is she not realizing the gravity of this? Maybe she does and she doesn't care. Suddenly it feels like you can't breathe, like the air entering your lung isn't enough to keep you alive, like your lungs won't hold enough air.

"and I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone"

The shot glass hits the counter with a loud clank. You've been drinking your sorrows away, knowing she won't ever return to you.

You lean back on the barstool placed in front of your island in your apartment. The apartment Billie helped set up. The room falls quiet. This silence a few months ago would've been fine. It would've been filled with Billie's presence.

You enter the apartment that Billie practically lives in now. Your eyes are heavy as you drop your bag onto the floor. You barely get your shoes off when you feel her arms wrapping around you. You smile softly as her fingers comb through your hair; she preppers your face in soft kisses before her lips land on yours. You kiss her back of course. She smiles against your lips as she whispers against your ear, her lips brushing it with every word.

"I'll go run a bath and start dinner, baby"

She asked no questions and didn't even let you respond. She was already walking towards the bathroom.

"i guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me"

You're done with the silence. The sounds of rain are usually comforting but now it just hurts. It hurts to know a few months ago, you'd be happily sitting on the couch with her, cuddling while listening to the rain.

You grab your keys, opening the fire before bolting to your car. It's pouring rain when you step out, soaking your hair in an instant. It doesn't matter though. You need a distraction.

You turn in your car and immediately pull out of the parking lot. At first your just driving down random empty roads while your playlist plays on shuffle. As this night I couldn't get any worse suddenly the song she wrote for you comes on.

You skipped the song almost immediately. She wrote the song. She promised to never hurt you. But she did. Her stomped in your heart and watched you cry. She told you it's for the better but is the better this pain? The pain is just for you though because you've seen her Instagram. She's clearly happy without you.

"you said forever now I drive alone past your street"

You speed up when you pass the road that holds the restaurant of you and Billie's first date. The way she looked at you, the way she held your hand the whole time, the way she kissed your cheek, but you could see the desire in her eyes to kiss more than just your cheek. But it's over now. The date passed. And so did the relationship

"all my friends are tired of hearing how much I miss you but I kinda feel sorry for them cause they'll never know you the way that I do"

You see her at every other event. It hurts. You talk to your friends and they tell you the same thing every fucking time.

"you deserve better, y/n"

"let go, y/n. Please she's an asshole"

She wasn't an asshole, she isn't one now, she never was. Yes, she hurt you. You know what though. Every event you attend you walk past her. You walk past the stranger you love. The stranger you know everything about, down to her favorite places to be touched and kissed. You know how she likes her coffee made, her favorite food, her favorite color, her hair routine. Her bank pin for crying out loud. You know her. She knows you. Yet you two are still strangers. But rather than still being strangers it's more, "strangers again".

"today I drove through the suburbs and pictured I was driving home to you"

It's time for the dreadful part of this drive. Her road. The road you know as if you live there. Yet you don't. Not anymore. Not on her road or in her heart. You not even an after thought to her anymore. Not even a thought at all.

You slam your foot on the gas, knowing you'll have to pass the road sooner or later. You can see the road despite the heavy rain. You gotta as suddenly you feel powerless. Your only power is the car. Your car.

You speed up again. Driving down the road almost 50 miles above the 30-mile limit. Billie would hate to see you like this. She is gone now though. So you'll speed. You'll drive drunk. And you'll serve and cut up cars because that's what you want. Billie isn't here anymore. You're no longer hers. She can't write about you anymore.

"And I know we were perfect, but I've never felt this way for no one, and I just can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone. I guess you didn't mean what you wrote in that song about me. You said forever now I drive alone past your street."

You speed up as you approach her street. Music is blasting in your car making it impossible to hear anything. The only feeling is the engine buzzing and the car sliding slightly on the wet roads. You just need to 1 pass her street and get it over with or 2 lose control and see if the theory "drunk drivers never die" is true.

"red lights, stop signs. I still see your face in the white cars, front yards. Can't drive past the places we used to go"

You're driving at the max speed; the car starts sliding a bit from the slippery roads and speed.

Out of the corner of your eyes, you see a black Dodge Challenger; for a second, you hope and wish it's Billie. You quickly brush that thought away, knowing she's left you; she doesn't want you anymore. She won't care if you crash and die tonight because you're old news. She has her people now. People are much better than you.

"I still love you, babe. Sidewalks we crossed. I still hear your voice in the traffic we're laughing, over all the noise"

The engine rises loudly as the music plays loudly. Everything is loud enough to wake the people sleeping peacefully in their houses. You press harder in the gas as if that'll make the car go any faster. The engine is loud, it sounds like Billie's voice, like her laugh, like her soft breathing when you used to fall asleep next to her.

You and Billie are sitting in her car. She's sitting in the driver's seat, knees to her chest, as you smile softly, watching her ramble about something that happened at the studio today. Honestly, you couldn't care less. Not in a rude way. I'm afraid that her words don't matter, but seeing her talk to me makes you giggle. She's heard your soft laugh and smiles

"Something wrong, baby?" She asks, her voice obviously teasing.

"you're just so pretty," you say, your voice full of admiration as you tilt your head while staring at her with a big goofy smile

"God, you're so down bad, Y/N," she says before laughing loudly. Her laugh is contagious; it makes you all smile in seconds. You laugh as well. The car fills with laughter. Any random pedestrian might pass and think you two are high as fuck

"god, I'm so blue. I KNOW WHERE THROUGH BUT I STILL I STILL LOVE YOU, BABE"

You see a silhouette of someone in your headlights. You quickly slam on your brakes, causing the car to slide to a stop. Even after slamming into he breaks the car and slides to the left a bit. You curse yourself under your breath for almost hitting someone. You stare at the wheel, not noticing the girl walking towards your car.

The girl you still love.

You feel a presence, not one of a stranger but rather one of a stranger that you know. Your eyes widen in shock as your heart shatters. You almost hit the girl you love. You stare at Billie, taking in her state similar to yours. Glassy Red, puffy eyes from crying, messy hair, and eye bags from the lack of sleep. She's clearly been outside of the house a decent amount of time. The rain she already soaked into her clothes.

You take a deep breath as you let the car run pale before hesitantly opening the car door and stepping out. Immediately the heavy rain soaks your hair and clothes. Billie takes in your state. You look worse than her. Red, glassy, puffy, heavy-eyed, halfway closed. Your hair is slightly messy and she can immediately smell the alcohol in your. She knows you're drunk.

"I heard your music," she says, her words breaking the silence. She knows that's the least she could do after hurting you this bad.

"Sorry for waking you and being loud," you say, unsure of what else to say. Your words are slow and slurred, making your intoxication obvious despite it being evident in your eyes.

She notices how you'd slur your words immediately. She looks at you for a moment, her heart clenching at your state. Her eyes then flick to the car and they widen with shock and sadness. Her mind replays the way she "woke" up.

Billie was just lying in her bed, unable to sleep. The hunt for leaving you the way she didn't have been eating at her for weeks. She doesn't know why she did it. She was just scared. She's gone on tour before, but this one seems. Different. She didn't want to keep you moving too much and she sure as hell didn't want to accidentally neglect you by being so busy. So she took the "easy way out"

It's hurt her ever since. She regretted it the moment she did it. Now she's unable to sleep. She's been crying for the past few weeks, only getting a few hours of sleep, which is nothing but a peaceful rest. Every time she falls asleep she wishes she would wake up. She dreams of you, you, you and her, together, happy.

She's lying there crying quietly when she hears loud music and an engine roaring. She sits up quickly. She sits on the edge of her bed and then pulls out her phone. She looks at the time. She thinks for a few moments before throwing herself out of bed, quickly putting her shoes in before running out the door. She gets soaked by the rain but she doesn't care. She's finally gonna see you again.

"I still oh I still love you babe"

"sweet girl... Are you drunk?" She asks, her words breaking the silence. Her soft voice and sweet names your heart clench in your chest.

A/N: Okay guys that's all I low-key left it on a cliffhanger so maybe I'll make part 2.

[yourmessagehasbeendenied]

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​🇲​​🇩​​🇳​​🇮​, ​🇹​​🇼​​🇸​⨾ ​🇮​​🇳​​🇫​​🇮​​🇩​​🇪​​🇱​​🇮​​🇹​​🇾​ (​🇫​​🇷​​🇴​​🇲​ ​🇵​​🇦​​🇷​​🇹​​🇳​​🇪​​🇷​), POTENTIONAL ​🇳​​🇸​​🇫​​🇼​.​ 🇩​​🇦​​🇩​​🇩​​🇾​ ​🇮​​🇸​​🇸​​🇺​​🇪​​🇸​ chubby!reader / plussize!reader (female), insecurity. This is my first story ever posted and I'm still working on things. Possible part two, there is supposed to be, but if this doesn't really reach as high as I want it to be, I doubt it.

Always making harsh decisions, no thoughts in mind. The feeling of loneliness can reduce a person to such desperation where they cannot decide if it really is love, or just the human taste for sex. When you two started dating, you were convinced you were in complete and absolute love with him. Why? There was no one else that listened the way he did, cared the way he did. At the time, it seemed like it, at last. You thought nothing of it. He started leaving more and more, he started going out and leaving you out of things, said it was "Just him, with his boys out, needing some space from always hanging out with his girlfriend." Everyone does, right? You started going off on your own. Hanging out more with your friends and friend group, and convincing yourself this is normal, the space was normal.

It wasn't. Days get dull when you are unemployed, still in-between jobs. You felt pathetic. You felt worthless. Especially since both your brothers have made themselves successful, your mother was proud of both of them. While you.. Turned out, to whatever you are, right now. When you found your current boyfriend, you had a route. kiss, fuck, get married, have kids, live a happy life and the end with a sad story and a bunch of flowers at your grave from your grandchildren. At least, that was what you expected. With your boyfriend leaving more often than not, you found yourself going outside and seeking friends more than ever, even going as far as to get out of your comfort zone and go places you would never go, with you being shy.

You did get occasional looks from people but you passed it off as people looking at you for being chubby, for having a belly or for being ugly. Your loneliness lead you to start drinking, developing an alcohol problem.

Your friends couldn't be around you every day, like old times. One night, it happened. You couldn't take it anymore. You were at a sort of bar, not really the type people go to hook up to, just to drink. You sat outside, downing your third shot of vodka, and suddenly.. The tears started coming. They stormed down your puffy cheeks as you held your head and sobbed. That's when he found you. His dark brown eyes stared like cold and warmth at the same time. Like watching a winter storm from the inside of your house, next to your fireplace, and his blonde hair flew in the midnight wind. He sat down, and didn't say anything as you sobbed. You thought, "Why is he here? Is he gonna do anything? Say anything?" But he didn't. He sat there, in the dark, in silence. No words were said that night, as you sobbed your heart out in front of a complete stranger. Just the sound of the wind, of your sobbing, and a silent confirmation of something deep within you. You aren't alone. ---- ---- ----

You kept coming back to that bar, every Saturday, it became a routine. You cried, he sat there and watched. People would think you two are great friends at least, or maybe a couple, but you were two complete strangers. 4 weeks after this little routine started, the big boom happened, the one that broke you badly enough that you didn't go out at all for one week. You found out your boyfriend has cheated on you and didn't talk to you because he felt guilty, because he didn't love you anymore. You didn't go out that week, not even on Saturday. The next week, you pulled yourself together, and went out. You thought he wouldn't show up again, because you didn't show up last time, but to your surprise, there he was, and he sat down. He looked at you in the eye, and for the first time ever, he spoke. "You didn't show last time." His voice was deep, raspy like he's been smoking since he was 6. But for some odd reason, it was calming. It was soothing, like how you wanted your father to speak to you. You swallowed and wiped your tears. You sobbed out. "My boyfriend cheated on-" but he cut you off. "No. No excuses. None of that here. I wasn't demanding an answer to why, I was making a statement. You come here when you need to unwind. I come here to not be alone." And for some odd reason, that supposedly rude answer, made you calm. You didn't owe anything to him. Not your name, not your age, not your number, not your body. And so, for the first time, he saw you wipe your tears fully. Your puffy eyes were bloodshot, and your now red lips slowly curled up into a smile. For the first time, he saw you smile, through the tears. And his heart beat a plus one in that moment, and then slowed down. Time slowed down. The surroundings faded. It was just you, and the big man in front of you. And for a second there, he felt you, and you felt him. He saw you, and you saw him. He heard you, and you heard him. And for some odd reason, Saturday suddenly became his favorite day.

[downhillrepose]

an old love

overview : father charlie mayhew reunites with an old lover he was head over heels for before he began his journey into priesthood.

pairing : father charlie mayhew x fem!reader

word count : 1152 (and it’s still ASS)

a/n : this is my first fic so please excuse.. everything… while i try to figure it all out! xx

it was an early sunday evening when father mayhew was interrupted while planning his next sermon. the doors to the church pushed open, the loud hinges and heaviness of the door stirring him from his concentration.

father mayhew looked up from his altar to the entrance of the church, not necessarily surprised to have someone else join him in the holy place, but startled nonetheless by the sudden intrusion.

a frazzled young woman stumbled in, her wide eyes looking around to the tall pristine ceilings and stained glass windows before settling on father mayhew’s tall figure on the stage.

though a sin, father charlie swore his heart stopped beating when his eyes finally settled on the woman in his church. could it really be? no… no, it’s not possible.

“charlie?”

charlie’s eyes widened beyond belief, definitely sure this time that his heart stopped beating. “Y/N..? is that.. you?” his voice was breathless, rough with disbelief.

“oh, charlie,” you beamed, quick steps scurrying over to the altar, stopping short before the steps. “i’m so glad to see you..” your eyes raked over his attire, “oh! i’m sorry, father charlie.”

frozen, charlie just stared at you before he somehow got the courage to say something. “Y/N.. what are you doing here? it’s been..” he trailed off, not wanting to say how long it had been since he’d seen the woman he fell in love with.

“forever?” you finished for him,

“yea, forever,” he gulped, slowly moving from behind the altar to descend the steps. his eyes never left your frame.

your gaze followed him as he made his way toward you. the closer he got, the faster his heart beat. is it about to come up his throat?

“i’m sorry to barge in on you like this it’s just that i got word that you were here and had to see for myself,” you softly smiled. how are you smiling right now? how are you not in complete and utter pain like he is?

charlie just blinked, finally in front of you now.

“right, i have to explain myself, god, oh! GOSH,” you corrected yourself, hand over your mouth. “i’m so sorry, i’m an idiot.”

this finally made charlie’s face lighten up, you hadn’t changed at all. “it’s okay, Y/N, really,” he felt his lips tug upward. you were still the cutest thing in the entire world.

you just blushed, embarrassed. “i.. i just finished my degree abroad, you know...? anyway, when i got back home my dad said that you were a priest now and i… well, i had to see you. couldn’t believe it.”

charlie raised a brow, “how come?”

you clasped your hands in front of you, “nothing, really, i just always envisioned you to be out of this old little town.. traveling.. doing whatever your heart desired. like you said you would…” your gaze flicked to the floor, your shoes suddenly very interesting.

charlie hummed, “no, i couldn’t leave this place.. trust me, i tried.” charlie’s gaze suddenly turned to a dim one. a dark, glum cloud seemed to hover over his head.

you raised your head at that, eyes locking with charlie’s once more. you opened your mouth for a moment before abruptly closing it. you contemplated for a moment before forcing a smile on your face.

“well i’m just happy to see you, charlie” your eyes flickered over his face, almost as if you were trying to imprint the image of him in your mind so you would always have it.

charlie didn’t say anything at that. he opened his mouth just to close it, too. he shook his head slightly, hand coming to comb through his hair.

“are you sure?” he clenched his jaw.

your eyes widened at that, flinching at his brazenness. “of course i am, charlie..” your hand moved to his arm before hesitating, tucking your hands behind your back in tight fists.

charlie saw this, his jaw clenching even tighter, he was sure his teeth would fall out. “i’m sorry it’s just hard to believe when i’ve been here the whole time.”

“charlie..”

“no, Y/N, what are you doing here? really?” his tone became defensive, building a wall around his heart right in front of the woman who helped him tear it down all those years ago.

you didn’t say anything, eyes wide looking up at him.

“i never left, Y/N.. i never left…” his voice was barely above a whisper, eyes hardened in faux credence.

your lower lip quivered, looking away.

“i’m sorry.”

“for what? for abandoning us? or for never coming back?” charlie bit out. according to his beliefs, charlie should forgive, but something inside him still ached from when you left, it wasn’t that easy.

“everything, charlie.. everything.” your eyes were glistening with tears when you looked back into his. charlie’s heart sped up at the sight, hand itching to take your face in his palms.

as the first sob of yours was let out, charlie couldn’t stop himself, pulling you into his arms and into his warm chest.

“shh, shh, baby.. don’t cry.” his hand caressed the back of your head and neck, head coming to rest atop of yours.

your heart clenched in your chest. “i’m so sorry, charlie.” the words were slightly muffled against his chest, but he knew what you said.

palms coming to cup your cheeks, he wiped your tears with his thumbs, eyes locked on your red and watery ones. “shh, it’s okay..”

you shook your head, “no, it’s not.”

charlie’s eyes softened even more, if that was possible, “sweetheart… come here.” he brought you back into his arms for another embrace.

“missed you so much, charlie, i just.. i couldn’t face you after what happened. please. you knew i missed you, didn’t you?” you raised your face from his chest, neck craning up to look into his eyes.

“well, i do now…” his ring covered hand came to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “just wish you came back sooner.”

your eyebrows crinkled up again, “i know, i’m sorry i just thought you hated me and i couldn’t bring myself to face you.”

charlie brought his forehead to yours, “oh, sweetheart, i could never hate you..” his palm caressed your cheek. you leaned into his touch, releasing a heavy breath.

the two of you stayed like that for a while, the silence of the church engulfing you, making it seem as though you were the only people in the world.

charlie broke the silence first, eyes soft looking down at you, “what do you say we get something to eat? that diner is still open, and you can tell me everything..”

you softly smiled, sniffling, “i’d like that a lot.”

with your arm locked in charlie’s as he led you out the church doors, he realized something:

a million years could go by without seeing or hearing from you, but his connection and devotion to you will never falter. ever.

so… that’s it! im so sorry the ending is so rushed and just. bad? im sure grammar and the present and past tense verbiage was annoying asf pls forgive me :,,) im new to writing (writing my own stories i mean) and am open to criticism! constructive pls..

[empress-ghoul]

You’ve gotten good at getting a sense for these sorts of things. A feeling in your chest, a twist in your gut, a sixth sense, if you will. You think you’d prefer your sixth sense to be seeing ghosts, rather than sensing when creepy men are going to approach you.

You just wanted a drink. It had been a long fucking day at work and you just wanted a drink without worrying about actually talking to people. That was why you sat at the end of the bar.

Maybe you should have just bought a bottle of wine on the way home. Your sixth sense had told you that going into the bar was a bad idea. At least then this guy wouldn’t be talking to you.

He was attractive at least, but you couldn’t be in less of a mood and he was practically sitting on top of you.

“Rough day?” he asked.

Your eye nearly twitched. “Something like that.”

“Yeah,” he scoffed. “I can tell.”

And he was rude. Cherry on top.

You rolled your eyes and shot him a glare, your lip curling slightly into a snarl. “Yeah,” you mimic. “You don’t look too hot either, asshole.”

Cash is handed to the bartender and you reach for your bag. He beats you to it, gripping the strap in an iron hold. Indignation rises. Part of you wants to wrestle it back, but the other part knows you’d just end up embarrassing yourself.

“We got off on the wrong foot,” he begins. “I’m Johnny—“

“I’m not interested. Bag. Now.”

You hold your hand out, but something tells you he’s not the type to listen.

That feeling is confirmed when he laughs. Yet another cherry on top.

“How about this; I buy you a drink and you get your bag back after?”

There’s a beat of silence where you nearly laugh. Was he serious? You’re about to ask him when he’s suddenly ordering for you and holding your bag in his lap.

You had to bargain with your tired mind, telling yourself that you were getting a free drink out of this. Frustrated, yet resigned, you sit back down.

He grins at you and your sixth sense prickles the back of your neck.

Johnny was good at talking and part of you almost felt bad. He seemed lonely. You were certain only a lonely, mildly insane person would steal a purse and buy the purse owner a drink just to have someone to talk to.

But you were lonely too. Only a lonely, mildly insane person would let him buy more drinks after getting their purse back.

You barely noticed the hand on your thigh. By the time you did, he was right in your face.

“Bonnie thing, aren’t you?” he purred.

That’s how you ended up getting tugged back to his apartment. He kept an arm around your waist and your bag in his hand the entire walk. Right outside the door, when his hand was on the doorknob, you realized how bad of an idea this was.

One night stands weren’t exactly your thing, especially not on a weeknight. You had a little bit of dignity, after all.

Plus, your sixth sense practically vibrated in your chest to tell you to turn and run. But suddenly the door was open and he was pushing you inside.

The door shut and locked behind you both, and suddenly you were standing in front of a wall of a man. Your throat tightened when you felt Johnny’s arms around your waist, trapping you in place.

“What’d you think, LT?” Johnny asked, squeezing you tighter.

He sounded so eager, so hopefully.

You stared up at the man in front of you. He looked…bored? Almost uninterested. Similar to a wolf who caught a meal too easily.

Despite being tipsy on the walk from the bar to here, you were suddenly stone cold sober and frozen in place.

A massive hand gripped your jaw, tilting your head up. A calloused thumb brushed over your bottom lip, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to scream. Only tremble as Johnny rubbed a stubbly cheek against your soft one.

“This the one you told me ‘bout?” the enormous man asked.

Something hard pressed against the fat of your ass as Johnny smiled. “Yeah, the one from the train,” he preened, clearly proud of himself. “Can we keep her?”

Maybe you should have just bought a bottle of wine on the way home.

[h8aaz]

⋆ ࣪. — BLUEBERRY!SAM — .࣪ ⋆

SUMMARY .ᐟ . . . BLUEBERRY!SAM loves getting messy. too messy. the only ways he does is when he's eating his favorite fruit, and when he's eating you.

WARNINGS .ᐟ . . . big nsfw — MDNI!!! . use of petnames, mostly baby . f!reader . cunnilingus + fingering (duh) . sweet n hungry sammy .

GABS YAPS .ᐟ . . . this is my first fic on here ever so pls be nice to me!! likes, comments, + reblogs are very appreciated <33.

"sammy..." you whine out in a soft yet broken voice as sam continues to eat blueberries out of the container, all while eyeing your half-naked and sprawled out body on the motel bed.

sam hums at your tone as he pops another blueberry into his mouth. the purple colored juice of the small fruit leaks down his chin, meeting the half dried stains of the past ones he's eaten.

"what's wrong, baby? tell me. be good f'me and tell me." the side of his mouth twitches to a soft smirk. the teasing and deep voice that rumbles from his throat goes straight to your bare core. it doesn't help that the squishing of fresh, wet blueberry juice falls from his lips.

you begin to clench on the open air, bucking your hips up softly. you restraint yourself from touching your aching cunt, knowing whatever he's going to do will satisfy you beyond comprehension. but it's still difficult to wait.

sam eats yet another blueberry, dragging his eyes down to your wet folds. "so precious. wonder what you'd taste like with a bit of..." he finally got off his chair and made his way over to you, chewing another berry as he did so.

he slowly kneeled down at the edge of the bed. he grabbed your legs and pulled you closer, gaining a soft gasp from you. his face was mere centimeters away as he smiled at the sight before him.

"added flavor." he groaned while his hot breath fanned against the soft flesh of your inner thighs and the drenched state of your cunt. you let out a small moan from the warmth his words gave you.

"so tell me, sweetheart," he flicked his gaze up to meet yours that was looking down at him. he took in your lust blown eyes, frustrated brows, flushed cheeks, and agape mouth. "what d'you want?" he spoke softly. his voice dripped like honey, but the purple mess around his mouth and chin, slowly making its way down his neck, was making him look far from a sweet man.

he looked hungry. the leftover juice wetted his lips in a way that he almost looked like a vampire in the soft lighting provided by the bedside lamps. he eyed you like a starved man, despite literally eating half a container of blueberries.

you couldn't hold it back anymore. you wanted him. needed him. you forced out your voice, a small twinge of whine at the end of the single word you let slip, "you."

you bucked your hips once more, getting slightly closer to the brunette. "please, sammy. please." you begged. and it worked.

sam immediately buried his face between your legs, pulling you flush against him by your legs. you let out a loud and desperate moan as his blueberry covered tongue worked its way between your folds.

he let out a gutteral groan, the noise sent vibrations against your delicate flesh. you gripped his hair between your fingers and yanked slightly, gaining a moan from him.

the white of your cum mixed with the pink toned purple staining his face. he brought his stained fingers to your hole, plunging them inside and curling them upwards. you let out obscene noises as he continued to hit all of the right spots, all while his tongue circled and softly sucked at your clit.

you shouted his name through pants, whines, and moans as he worked through you. his fingers sliding and curling at a soft, sensual pace while his tongue licked roughly against your pearl and folds.

he savored your taste mixing with the blueberry juice. he pulled away for a moment, earning a pouty whine from your lips. before you could beg him back, he had grabbed a blueberry and stuffed it against your opening, connecting his lips right after.

he licked and sucked against you, pulling the berry out and biting into it, spurting its juices against your cunt. the juice mixed with your own as he continued to move against you, gathering the mixed mess with his tongue slowly.

the sounds of your moans and the wet drags and pops of his tongue and fingers working filled the room, especially when he continued to eat the small fruit against you one after another.

the tight coil burning in your stomach began to break. "mm- sa-sammy," you panted as you grinded against his face, his nose poking your clit, making you moan loudly. "m'gonna-"

"cum f'me, baby. my sweet angel." sam purred against you. the sensation was too much for you to handle. and then you felt the band snap.

the sounds that flew from your mouth were nearly pornagraphic as you shook against sam's face. your fingers tightened their grip on his hair while your thighs locked his head in place. he continued to dig into you while you rode out your high. your back arched as he licked up your orgasm, all that was left were the wet strokes and purple tint his tongue left in it's wake.

your limbs collapsed back against the bed, trying to catch your breath. sam kissed your cunt softly before pulling back and licking his lips. he got up and hovered over you, moving the messy and sweat coated hair out of your face before caressing you cheek.

"you good, baby?" he smiled at your post-glow face before kissing your cheek. "mhmm." was all you hummed before opening your previously closed eyes and grinning weakly at him.

"thank you." you whispered before bringing his face to yours, his warm lips meshed with your cold ones, the taste of you and the fruit prominent. your lips moved in perfect synchronization, tilting your heads to get a better angle. his tongue slipped around against yours for a good while until the two of you had to pull away for air.

"i love you." you panted. sam chuckled softly, pecking your lips. "i love you more, baby." he sighed before laying down and pulling you to his chest. "we're doing that more often, y'know that?" he kissed the top of your head while you smiled and nodded your head, too tired to verbally agree.

[fanfics-i-find-here]

Do I know you?

Jason Todd X Reader

Synopsis: In the aftermath of a brief Kidnapping, Red Hood seems to think your important and wont stop hanging around your apartment.

Or in other terms, Jason got scared you were gonna die and doesn’t want to leave you alone

Notes: Reader is a waitress at a local bookstore/coffee shop that Jason frequents and he has grown very fond of her. They are vague acquaintances And she does not know that Jason is Red Hood. This is literally my first-ever attempt at a fanfic and Jason Todd has been rattling around in my brain. I might attempt to make this like a short series or something. Anyway, I hope it's enjoyed!!

Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Masterlist

“I think I have a new favorite stalker,” you say loudly out your open window.

 Keeping your window open in Gotham was probably the worst idea you could ever have but your curiosity got the better of you when started to notice the fleeting red hanging out across the street and occasionally on your fire escape over the past two weeks. At first you were worried considering your recent encounter with Scarecrow as an attempted research rat.

However, the longer the red stayed near the easier it became to recognize. His helmet was shiny, which is what made it so easy to spot him. How that was helpful to a vigilante you didn’t know. Red hood was watching you and you had a feeling it was to make sure you were okay. You had heard of other bats checking on Civilians after traumatic incidents when they could, but every night for two weeks seems a bit excessive and he hasn’t actually talked to you. So what was he doing?

With no response to your jab, you lean out your window and repeat yourself, making a point to stare at the red helmet on the building across the street.

“I said I think I have a new favorite stalker!” You continue to stare him down.

Even in the minimal street lighting you can see his body tense, ready to run.

“Maybe he’d like to chat?” you tilt your head in questioning. You don’t why you asked. You were bad at keeping a regular conversation. If he came over and did, in fact, decide to chat, it might end up a short conversation. 

A clattered thud pulls you from your thoughts and you gaze turns from the opposite roof top to the very large man now standing on your fire escape next to your window. You can’t help but stare at him. 6” something and built like a brick wall. Intimidating even leaning against the building.

Was he this big when he saved me?

“Hi?” is the only response you could muster. The urge to slam the window closed and shut your curtains itches at your finger tips. He stares at you, or at least you assume as much, the helmets white eyes giving away nothing. No wonder people were terrified of Red Hood. You haven’t even done anything wrong and you could wet yourself  right here and now.

“Hi” You don’t know why your shocked to hear the modulated voice. He had talked to when he saved you from Scarecrow but it was still strange to hear. Slightly robotic but definitely a person underneath.

You realize that, maybe, you’ve been staring for too long.

“Tea?” you back away from the window and head for the kitchen expecting him to follow, as well as taking a moment to breath.

You just invited a good/bad vigilante into your home! What is wrong with you?  Your mind is a swirling, anxious debate as you fill your kettle.

“I only have Green tea, I hope you don’t mind.” you yell from the kitchen, unsure if he was even in the apartment.

“Not at all” His voice is close then you anticipated, assuming he stay close to the window.

Instead you turn to find him sitting comfortably at your dining room table, watching you move about the kitchen. He looks out of place in your soft warm toned home. His brown leather jacket the only thing that could blend in. The harsh red bat on his chest sticking out like a sore thumb. Your gaze lingers a moment at the holsters on his thighs, suddenly realizing that if he wanted to do something to you, you were screwed. You turn back to your cabinets and pull out a couple of mugs, pushing away the thoughts. Red Hood was good guy, despite what previous attempts at bad he had in the past. You stand at the counter and stare at your kettle, willing it to heat faster. After a moment, You hear a distorted sigh.

“You wanted to talk?” Red Hood asks

You shrug your shoulders without turning, not entirely prepared for a conversation just yet. Red Hood doesn’t push you. The kettle begins to whistle, and you pour the two mugs, settling tea bags into them. You pick them up and set one in front of red hood, and settle into the seat opposite his, blowing on your tea. You take a sip and promptly burn your tongue, hissing in pain.

“it’s hot”

Your eyes fly up to Red Hood. You choke out a thanks, Having not realized he had taken off his Helmet. You let eye linger across his face, very handsome. A scar on his lips, that rests in a smirk, and another across his cheek. As you eye move up you let out a startled laugh, Another mask keeps his eyes hidden.

“What?” He asks, The smirk on his lips grows.

As your laughing fit slows, you pause to breath.

“You wear two masks.” You pause waiting for him to laugh. All he does is furrow his brows.

“it’s funny” you insist but he doesn’t respond. You settle down again. Well as much as you can considering the man in front of you, staring at your mug, slightly embarrassed

“So I’m your favorite stalker? You got a few?” Red's voice rings out in the silence. It’s rough and deep, like he’d been yelling.

A flush creeps up your face. If you were embarrassed before, you were definitely embarrassed now. It had taken you all day to come up with the throw away comment. You thought It was funny. You also didn’t think you would get this far in your interaction with Red Hood.

“Not really, just the one I hope” you chance a glance at him to find him still unsettlingly staring at you as a he takes a sip of his tea, now cooled. Your mind searches for what else to say.

“That’s good, I wouldn’t want that either” Jason finally breaks eye contact with you, looking around your apartment.

With his stare no longer on you, you take the opportunity to really take him in. Despite the scars on his face, there was kindness there. And despite his intimidating stature, he seemed to pull himself in, like he was afraid to take up space. His forearms exposed through his suit. What a weird design. Not that you were complaining. Overall, Red Hood was hot. You flush at the thought.

“Thank you, by the way” you rush out, “for saving me… it really means a lot”

Jason turns his gaze back to you. You brave up and hold his stare. Suddenly thinking, he looks familiar. You furrow your brows for a moment.

“Do I know you?” You ask before you can stop yourself. You physically cringe and try to back track.

“I mean, obviously I know you, you saved my life and all but I mean like I know your face? Maybe, not that it matters. Course you wouldn’t tell me if I did know your civilian identity because then it wouldn’t be a secret. I just think I know your face but that doesn’t mean that I want you to tell me. And maybe you just have one of those faces…” you continue to ramble some more. Jason watches you carefully and finishes his tea. You pause to breath in your rant and he jumps in.

“Thanks for the tea” he grabs his Helmet, sliding it on before continuing, voice changed, “and your welcome, for saving you.”

You watches as he walks back toward the window, frozen and unsure what to do. As climbs out onto the fire escape you yell out.

“Your welcome and you don’t have to hide outside, you can come in next time.”

He’s gone before even finish the sentence. You sink back in your chair.

What is wrong with you? Why are you so awkward? That was terrible!

You try to push the interaction from your mind as you close the window and go about spot cleaning your apartment. Once done your anxious thoughts return.

This is going to be a long night. You think as you turn into bed.

[whinypuppi]

ᶜʷ: ᵖᵘᵖᵖʸᵍⁱʳˡ!ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ , “ᵃⁿⁱᵐᵃˡ” ⁿᵉᵍˡᵉᶜᵗ , ᵖᵉᵗ ⁿᵃᵐᵉˢ , ᵖʳᵃⁱˢᵉ , ᶜˡᵃʷⁱⁿᵍ & ᵇⁱᵗⁱⁿᵍ , ᶜᵒˡˡᵃʳⁱⁿᵍ , ᶜʳᵉᵃᵐᵖⁱᵉ , ᵇʳᵉᵉᵈⁱⁿᵍ ᵏⁱⁿᵏ

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the night satoru gojo decided to adopt a hybrid, you were the lucky girl. he could hardly contain himself when he saw your sweet little face, wide eyes, puffy tail, and laid-back ears. he knew how nervous you were—poor baby. probably so sick and tired of being caged up all day. despite what their website said online, they completely neglected all of the hyrids here. the entire “hybrids are people too” went straight out the window.

despite your malnourished condition, he knew you were the one. $2500? no problem. he sure had it on him and paid in full instantly. during the entire process, you were so shy and scared—shaking like a leaf. either the staff were mistreating you, or you had a bad experience with a past owner. either way, he sympathized with you. he wanted you to know you were safe.

when you came home with him, he already had stuff set up for you. he planned on getting a dog or a cat, and considering you were a dog, he had things set up for you. hybrid food, water, blankets, a soft but sizey bed, and training pads (just in case).

“well, here we are, puppy! your forever home!” he grinned ear to ear, letting you sniff around cautiously so you could get used to your surroundings. his friendly voice did make you somewhat ease up, but you couldn't be sure.

“it's better than that shelter, for sure. are you hungry?” that made your ears perk up—slowly turning to look from him. it was almost amusing how you tiptoed on all fours while taking in the sight of your new home.

“oh? is that it, puppy?” he spoke enthusiastically, but also in that tone you'd speak to a baby. “they didn't even tell me your name, pretty. what is it?” you slowly whispered it, sitting in front of him timidly. he repeatedly it, humming and letting it roll off of his tongue. it had a nice ring to it.

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you'd been with gojo for a couple of weeks by now, having completely gotten attached to him and unable to be separated from him. you'd whine and sniffle if he left you alone. you couldn't even sleep separately anymore.

everyday, your became needier and would crave his attention constantly. he'd even take you out for walks with your pretty little pink color on to burn off some of your energy. it was weird how your body language was beginning to change, but he didn't question it.

that was until the day you went into...heat. actual heat. he facepalmed at not having thought about it beforehand or even doing research before he adopted you.

when you woke up, you panted, your face was hot, and you clenched your thighs. gojo was still sleeping silently next to you—his chest rising and falling with each gentle breath he took.

you clung to him, huffing in a frustrated tone before grinding your lower half against him. it felt good. the mini stimulation nearly made you bite your lip. you hadn't even felt something like this before—having been in the shelter all of your life, and were always forced to take heat suppressents in the form of bitter pills.

you kept up the movements, only thrusting your hips forward gently at an attempt to not wake him. you cried out into his clothed shoulder—burying your face into the crook of his neck and inhaling his scent. he smelt manly from the intense yet inviting cologne he always wore. it smelt extra good this morning for some reason.

your tongue ran over his pulse while lapping at his skin and leaving little bite marks. not enough to hurt or wake him, but noticeable and would probably get him questionable looks if they lingered long enough.

“satoru,” you whined breathily, acting like a bitch in heat (which you were) as you picked up the speed of your thrusts and claws dug into the flesh of his forearm. your panties he bought for you were already drenched and clinging to your pretty pussy, some of your slick dripping down your thigh.

your legs shook, your heart raced, your tongue lulled out, then everything stopped—

satoru groaned softly, eyes fluttering open as he ran a hand through his hair. you eeped, pulling back. the knot that was bound to snap in your stomach dulled, leaving an unfamiliar ache. it made you feel sexually frustrated, but at the same time—so so guilty.

you loved satoru a lot. he was your owner and took special care of his sweet girl, but this? whatever you were doing was wrong in your eyes, and it surely would be in his too. bad dog. he'll take you back to the shelter for being a disgusting mutt.

“mm, baby?” he spoke in his usual tired voice, yet it felt so different this time around. you swore you got chills and your ears fell back. that low and sultry tone shot straight to your core.

“m-morning,” you mumbled, eyes drifting away from his curious ones as you tried not to look guilty. the way you chewed on your bottom lip and your timid ears gave it away, though.

“it sounded like you were hurt. are you okay, sweetheart?” he asked with worry, unlike his usual sweet-as-honey tone.

you nodded vigorously, but it was an obvious lie. he held his arms out, gesturing for you to come closer. “you don't have to lie to me. makes it feel like you don't trust me. hurts my feelings.” he pursed his lip, pulling you close and petting you. he scratched behind your ears and gently pulled your little tail, just trying to get a rise out of you.

when you let out a whine, he stopped, and his eyes widened slightly. he's pulled your tail gently in the past to tease you, but this was the only time you made a noise like that.

he instantly took note of the rising blush on your cheeks and building embarrassment, petting you once more. “um, sweetheart.”

you looked up at him with your pretty eyes he admired even more than his own, yet they were glazed over with...something he hadn't put his finger on until now.

“are you in heat?” he knew it might've been an embarrassing question to ask, but the way you were behaving, and that little noise you made lit a flame in him that shouldn't have. it was the only logical explanation, anyway.

a pause, your body tensing, the way your breath hitched. he got his answer by that alone, but hearing you admit it would've riled him up beyond comprehension. “s-satoru, 'm sorry! please—don't take me back to the shelter!..” you were already pleading—thinking your badly-hidden secret was given away. tears brgan to weld in your eyes, yet he held your cheek lovingly.

he frowned. did you really think he'd hate you that easily? you were his sweet puppy. he would never! “sweetheart, look at me.” he tilted your chin up, wiping the tears from your pretty eyelashes.

“'m not mad. i wanna help you, pretty girl. would you like that?” the idea made your thighs clench, and you nodded shyly.

he wasted no time lifting your shift over your head and instantly being met by the sight of your perky breasts. what he always forgot to do was buy you bras, but he never had an issue with staring. he respected you, at least, but now he could stare all he wanted. your body was perfect and your nipples hardened from the slight brush of his fingers against them, combined with the cold air.

“please—hurry. wan' you s'bad.” your voice was whiny and he chuckled, maybe even thanking you for being able to get to it. your eyes shot down to the boxers he slept in, a bulge straining against them.

“always so needy,” he mumbled, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead before standing up and tugging his boxers down with a content sigh. you wanted him to feel good too, considering it looked painful as it twitched with your eyes on it.

“like what you see?” of course you did. he was already bigger than you height-wise, but hell, he was nearly 8 inches. he was gonna split you open. your pussy clenched around nothing at the sight, and you tried not to gasp.

“i promise i'll be gentle. you can tell me to stop at any time.” he reassured you, ruffling your hair before lifting your hips carefully to slide down your pants and pretty panties. you were fucking dripping. his cock pulsed.

“so wet...” he ran his finger over your slit and watched you squirm. “all f'me? i feel special.” he brought his thumb to his lips and sucked gently, grunting in content as if you were the sweetest little thing he ever had the pleasure of tasting.

“'toru, you're teasin' me—” you huffed softly, your legs attempting to close from his heavy gaze, but he dug his nails into your hips and held your thighs apart.

“ah ah ah.” he clicked his tongue, shaking his head. “none of that, pretty. i wanna see all of you. especially this pretty cunt.”

he leaned forward, his breath fanning over it and making you even wetter. he inhaled deeply, but you attempted to push his head away out of shame. he surely didn't have any.

he knew you were getting impatient, and he was too, so he spared you both any more excruciating waiting and brought his tip to your clit. the gentle rub he did against it made you jolt, your tail starting to wag. cute.

“it'll sting. bare with me, ok?” he warned you, pressing another kiss to your cheek, then neck. he was careful with you, but he knew you wanted it rough.

when you nodded in acknowledgement, he slowly began to slide the tip in, and he swore he couldn't breathe. how could you feel so heavenly he could hardly put his tip in without wanting to thrust impatiently?

you sharply gasped, whimpering as more tears pricked at your vision. “sh, sh. i know, i know—fuck. you feel real good, puppy.” he praised you, rubbing your ears as his pelvis connected with yours. in one dangerously rough thrust, he was fully inside of you, and you whined pathetically, big globs of tears already streaming down your puffy cheeks. he just couldn't help it—you were so tempting. so wet and warm...he wanted to be in you forever.

he groaned loudly, muttering out curses as you dug your claws into the back of his neck. your legs were already locked around his waist which helped you with stability, but it hurt an insane amount. he was aware of this and already started to feel guilty, but it faded almost instantly when he felt you clench. you breathed out a shudder, letting your head fall limp agaisnt his shoulder when his thrusts continued.

“god—haven't ever felt a cunt like yours before, puppy,” he spoke in almost a whiny tone, which made you try to suck him in deeper. that spot he hit inside of you against your velvety walls with each buck of his hips made you wail, yet you didn't want it to stop.

“yeah...yeaaaah. just like that. my sweet girl's so tight all for me.” he would've cried from how heavenly your little cunt was if it weren't for the broken moan and pathetic laugh he used to cover up how he was falling apart with each thrust.

he was already so sloppy. he couldn't help it. you'd forgive him, right? you were his sweet puppy—without a doubt, you would. you wanted to be bred, anyway. it was an instinct. having him breed you and fill you full of his cum—maybe even have his babies made you squeal.

“shit shit shit— 'm so sorry, sweet girl. gonna cum in you so early. you aren't mad, r-ight?” the way his voice cracked on the last word added to your wetness. he knew all you could do was let out little noises, so it was mostly a rhetorical question.

the absolute squelching and skin slapping was beyond unholy, but sounded so good to his ears. he was on cloud nine—eyes rolling back as his thrusts became rapid and his cock slammed against your cervix aggressively. he was moaning with each thrust, and you couldn't stop crying. there was no possible way you could stop. the pain mixed with pleasure was so unbearably good.

“FUCK! baby, gonna let me breed you? fill you to the brim and make you have my kids? does it get you off, sweet girl?” his voice sounded so broken, yet sultry. with one last, sloppy thrust, he completely filled you up and made you brokenly sob. your pussy spasmed and your thighs quivered, cumming as well all over his cock.

“my sweet baby.” he kissed you so gently you barely felt it due to the overstimulation and how out of it you were.

he praised you constantly as he cleaned you up and let you rest in bed. every couple hours he was coming in to bring you water or tend to your needs. sometimes he'd even lay with you to help with your separation anxiety. you loved him so much.

his poor, sweet puppy.

[mid-80s]

fixing eddies bangs

pov: eddie asks you to fix his bangs

cw: grinding, implied sex

you immediately say yes.

it has been a dream of yours to cut eddies hair or to style it in any way and you hop at the opportunity when it's presented.

you're both on the floor of eddies room, him practicing for his gig the following night, you picking an outfit for him for it.

you don't know when you'd become his personal stylist, but you always find yourself picking out his show outfits.

suddenly eddies soft tune that he's been playing stops. "can you cut my hair?"

the question out of the blue, as they hadn't even been saying anything before, simply content in the others presence.

you turn around, stunned, and look at him with a look that says really?

"c'mon, i know that styling my hair is like a wet dream of yours," you roll your eyes and turn back to his closet, being stubborn. "but i really need my hair cut for tomorrow!" you don't budge. "you're my bestest friend in the whole wide world and i would really like you to cut my hair." nothing. he rolls his eyes.

"please?"

and that's how you ended up sitting on a flustered eddies lap cutting his bangs.

he kept squirming and you're no expert, so didn't want his hair to look worse than it already did. soo you sat on his lap. not the best idea for either of you as now you have to try not to squirm as eddies manhood is rubbing up against your clit just right.

you're both a blushing mess and you pray he can't feel your pussy twitch from his big hands around your waist, the cold from his rings giving you goosebumps through your thin shirt (that's probably his, you don't remember), and his big doe eyes, staring at you like you're the prettiest thing on earth.

and you're not far off as that is exactly what eddie is thinking.

having the girl he's been crushing on for years a half an inch away from his face is not helping the feelings he's been trying to push down, or his growing boner.

it's just the way you press your lips in a line when you're focused, the furrow of your brows, the tilt of your head. ugh, the twitch of your tight cunt against his boner. fuckkk.

he feels his cock jump at that and he knows you feel it too. and as much and he doesn't want to admit it, he's kind of glad you do, especially now because he knows you're feeling the same.

just a few more snips. you tell yourself. it's not helping you feel better because you have absolutely no idea what to do when you're done. eddies grip on your waist tightens and your pussy twitches again.

and then you feel eddies cock twitch. like it's fucking mimicking yours. you finish his hair, and look him dead in the eyes.

"fucking finally." you sigh, breaking the heaving silence hanging over your both.

you brush the hair off his face and practically throw the scissors on the counter while keeping eye contact and eddie looks at you terrified and confused.

you kiss him at the same time you grind against his fat fucking cock. you can't believe you didn't realize how hard he was before.

eddie tries his hardest to kiss you back but can't hold back the moan that comes deep from in his chest.

this is gonna be a long night.

[wosounited]

Telling Tales (Katrina Gorry x Reader)

Part 1

Set at the beginning of 2024, midway through the 2023/2024 season

“Ladies, attention please. This is Kyra, as some of you know. Please make her feel welcome and show her the ropes in here” Jonas announced as Kyra entered the gym alongside him.

You were off in the corner with Leah and Katie when the young Aussie came in, lifting weights and not really paying attention to the introduction. Caitlin and Steph had left the group to make sure they were the first ones beside the newcomer, knowing her well from the national team.

“Morning, pest” Steph teased, patting Kyra’s head before Caitlin pulled her into a headlock.

“Mum, do something” Kyra shouted towards Steph who cupped her own ear, pretending like she couldn’t hear a word the young Aussie was saying as she battled to get out of Caitlin’s headlock. Katie re-hit play on the music as it pumped through the speaker and you all began to lift weights again.

“I thought this was The Arsenal not The Ausenal?” Katie laughed.

“Jesus Christ” Leah groaned.

“How long have you been sitting on that one?” Caitlin asked.

“Since I heard she was signin’” Katie smirked, almost like she was proud of herself for coining that term.

“I’m Y/n” you said as you dropped the weights and smiled, sticking your hand out to Kyra for her to shake.

“Kyra” she smiled back. Your introduction had shocked the young girl. Your intimidating demeanour had never matched your bubbly and friendly personality.

“Nice to meet you” you shook her hand with a firm grip and turned back to the weights to start lifting again.

“Always so polite” Katie laughed in a teasing manner as you rolled your eyes, continuing on with your session.

“Is there anybody else you want to meet today?” Steph asked Kyra.

“Win” she giggled.

“As in the dog?” Caitlin laughed as Kyra nodded.

“Y/n” Steph shouted as you finished a rep and put the weights back. You jogged over to the Aussie trio and Steph wrapped her arms around your waist and your arm fell across her shoulders. You and Steph had been friends for years, and everyone in Arsenal was very comfortable with each other. “Is Win with you again this week?” She asked as you smiled and nodded. It was your turn, again, to watch the new Arsenal superstar this week.

“Kyra wants to meet him” Caitlin laughed.

“I’m having people over for dinner tonight, would you maybe like to come?” You asked the girl as Steph and Caitlin looked at you dumbfounded.

“Where’s our invite?” Steph groaned.

“I put it in the group chat days ago” you quipped defensively, taking out your phone to prove the point that you had actually put it in the chat several days ago. You shoved your phone into both of their faces as they now read your message and shrugged their shoulders. ��Did Katie not tell you? She helped me organise it” you laughed at Caitlin.

“Katie McCabe” Caitlin shouted, stomping over to her girlfriend whose face dropped at the usage of her full name.

“Come on then kid, we’ll get you started” you put your arm around Kyra’s shoulder and brought her over towards the weight equipment.

“Perfect, you can take over as her mother then” Steph shouted after you, making you both laugh. If only you knew.

-

It was later that evening when the squad had came over. A few of your teammates, that you considered close friends, Caitlin, Leah, Katie, Viv and Beth had come over to help you clean and cook before everyone else arrived. Steph was on Kyra duty, so she had text you to say she wouldn’t be over at the normal time, which was usually earlier than everyone else, except for Katie who practically lived in your house. You’d been really good friends with Steph since you met each other, but you’d been best friends with Katie since you signed for Arsenal a few years ago.

You greeted everyone as they came in, and Steph arrived last, as expected, with an overexcited Kyra beside her.

“Kyra, hey” you shouted, waving at the girl who came bouncing towards you. “Win” you whistled, as the dog came to sit by your side. “Win, this is Kyra” you introduced them, probably the opposite way around to what other people expected. Usually, the human would be introduced to the dog. “Win, say hello” you patted her head as she stuck her paw in the air for Kyra to take it.

“How the hell?” Leah look bewildered.

“Win never wants to leave her. Always cryin’ when someone else has to take her” Katie explained with a laugh. You’d had her all week but only had her three weeks prior to that too. It was great because you could bring her to training with you and she was familiar with the environment. You just hated when you had to bring her back, and she hated it too. Sometimes she’d take a run for it and sit in the passenger seat of your car, just waiting to go home with you.

Kyra dropped down to the ground to start rubbing and patting her, and you knew she was loving all the attention she was getting from the young Aussie midfielder.

“Right, everyone in for a photo with Win” Beth shouted as she set a timer on her phone and placed it on the counter, being held up by your kettle.

“Up” you said as the dog jumped into your arms and you caught her with ease. You all smiled for the photo and a lot of you had shared the post to Instagram later in the evening. Kyra had shared the picture, captioning it best night ever with my new family. You were stood right beside the young girl, catching the attention of another Australian player, on her nightly Instagram scrolling, that you’d yet to meet.

It was late before people started to head out. You’d invited a few people to stay the night and a couple took you up on the offer, the early crew gang along with Lia, Steph and Kyra.

“How are you finding England?” You asked Kyra, who you were sat shoulder to shoulder with. Although you were slouched down, nearly lying fully on the floor while everyone else was trapped in some game you’d both been knocked out of.

“I’m loving it so far. It’s great to have Caitlin and Steph here and then Katrina is just at West Ham and Charli is at Spurs, so it’s really all coming together” she smiled.

“You’ll be a great asset to the team” you patted her head as she eventually settled her head on shoulder. She was like the little sister that you never had, although, she viewed you more like a mum, and you only grew closer from there.

Kyra was fascinated by you, how caring and overly nice you were. She pondered over it for weeks before it finally clicked with her. She wanted to set you up with the perfect person, and she had just the person in mind.

-

“Mum, I’m telling you” Kyra squealed at the dinner table.

“Okay, I’ve had this conversation with both of you already, please stop calling me mum. It’s confusing Harper” Katrina said, slapping Kyra and Charli’s heads simultaneously.

“I didn’t say anything!” Charli whined, while Harper continued to play with a toy in her lap, oblivious to the conversation happening above her.

“She is so your type. She’s smart, she’s funny, she’s attractive and she’s got her shit together” Kyra rambled and Katrina slapped her once again for swearing infront of Harper.

“Oi” Katrina grunted, eyeing the toddler in earshot of Kyra’s cursing.

“Please just agree to meet her so this can stop” Charli said, covering Harper’s ears.

“Fine” Katrina snapped, rolling her eyes. In truth, since Katrina saw the Instagram story Kyra shared of you, Katrina had the same opinion of you that Kyra had just rambled on about. You were her type, you were attractive and from what she’d heard from Steph, you very much so had your shit together.

Overjoyed with the news that Katrina was comfortable enough to meet you, Kyra slipped into training the next morning and grabbed Caitlin and Steph to help hatch a plan. Kyra explained her thoughts to Caitlin and Steph about how she thought the two of you would suit eachother really well.

“Holy shit” Steph gasped.

“How have we not realised this before?” Caitlin said, punching Steph’s arm lightly.

“They’re like perfect for eachother!” Steph shouted.

“Who is?” Leah asked.

“Y/n and Katrina” Kyra explained.

“From West Ham?” She asked as all three nodded. “Yeah, I can see that” Leah laughed.

“So, how do we introduce them?” Caitlin asked as all three sat puzzled. Leah had been pulled away into a meeting with Kim, while you and Katie were stuffed into a corner of the canteen, whispering secretively about something.

“I’ve got it” Kyra shouted as all three of them huddled closer together and Kyra explained the plan.

-

The whole Arsenal squad, plus a few London based Aussie’s and their friends and partners, filtered into Caitlin and Katie’s house during a league break. The music was loud and the house was dark, apart from some type of strobe lighting that you and Katie had impulsively bought and stuck up during Covid.

When you arrived, you instantly found your best friend and worked your way out to the shed in the garden where you could both talk in private. You and Katie had practically built that shed and made it a man-cave type place where you hung out, alone, in peace. It had a sofa bed, a TV, a PlayStation and a mini fridge. What more could you ask for?

“This party is a set up, by the way” Katie told you as you both sipped on your drinks, sitting on the sofa in the cave.

“What do you mean?” You asked as a frown took over your face.

“They’re tryin’ to set ye up with someone from the Australian team” Katie laughed, leading to you joining in due to how stupid that sounded.

“Which one?” You tried to ask but she shrugged, Caitlin had left out that part. “Australians” you said as you playfully rolled your eyes.

“How long do ye think we can hide out here?” Katie asked.

“Hopefully the whole night” you smirked, flicking on the TV and PlayStation.

It had been a good long while, but eventually Caitlin found you both and an angry expression covered her face as she stood in the doorway.

“There you both are! We have been looking for you everywhere” she snapped.

“We’ve been out here since Y/n/n got here” Katie replied, not looking away from the screen.

“Which was?” Caitlin asked while you quickly checked your watch, before going back to the screen.

“Two hours ago” you replied, aggressively pressing buttons on your controller.

“Get inside, now” Caitlin sternly said as Katie paused the game.

“That is her serious voice” Katie whispered as you nodded and both stood up, following Katie’s angry girlfriend inside. You walked behind Katie, who flung the door open, stepping aside so you could go through first. Only, she didn’t see on the opposite side of the door that someone was leaning against it, clearly not expecting it to fly open. You were quick to react, catching the falling woman and helping her back to her feet.

“Thank you” she smiled as she turned to face you.

“It’s cool” you replied nonchalantly. You tried to keep your cool in that moment, but you couldn’t take your eyes off the woman stood in front of you.

“I don’t think we’ve met properly. I’m Katrina I play for-” she began.

“West Ham” you interrupted with your voice creeping a bit high as you coughed. “I know. It’s Y/n” you smiled.

“I know” she said as she looked you up and down.

“Can I get you another drink?” You asked, looking toward the empty cup in her hand. Steph and Caitlin smirked at the other as you and Katrina wandered off to the fridge to get another drink.

“Okay, so the plan-” Kyra began.

“Shut up you pest” Steph groaned. “We didn’t actually need your plan” she whispered, pointing over at the two of you talking, far away from anybody else at the party.

You spent the rest of the night with Katrina. You were beer pong buddies, you danced to some songs that played and eventually, you found yourselves alone in the living room. You were both deep in conversation about everything and anything when you were interrupted by people leaving, coming to say goodbye. Katrina noticed Kyra looked tired and decided to be a good adopted mother and take her home.

“I’m really sorry, but seeming as that one thinks I’m her mum, I should probably get her home” Katrina smiled as you looked over towards Kyra who was pouting like a child and rubbing her eyes. You nodded at the woman while she beckoned Kyra over, and things went silent for a few seconds.

“I’m sorry if this is a bit forward, but I had a really nice time tonight. Could I maybe get your number?” You asked in a whispered tone as a smile lit up her face. She took your phone and typed her number in before reaching up, almost needing to jump to kiss your cheek, before heading off with a tired Kyra that you got a light fist bump off.

You slumped down on the couch hovering your thumbs over your new contact before eventually closing your phone and your eyes.

The next morning you were woken by Katie after you’d passed out on her couch.

“Get up ye big fuckin’ lump” Katie shouted pushing your shoulder. She’d always referred to you as a big lump. You stood at 6’2, almost an entire foot taller than her. She burst out laughing when you groaned, rubbing your eyes and began adjusting to your surroundings. The house was in a state. Caitlin was frantically moving around to clean while Katie passed you a mug of tea and sat beside you on the couch. You took a quick sip, placing it on a coaster and got up to help Caitlin without speaking to your best friend. You’d taken packed, heavy black bags out of her hands and took them outside to put in the bin

“Why can’t you be as helpful as Y/n?” Caitlin asked Katie who just smirked and shrugged.

“Maybe go out with Y/n then” Katie laughed, going back to scrolling on her phone.

“Thank you” Caitlin whispered as you got back in from taking bags to the bins outside.

“Hey Cait?” You asked as you were putting away dishes from the dishwasher and Caitlin was sweeping the floor.

“Yeah?” She replied, stopping herself from cleaning for a minute, sensing the tone in your voice was urgent.

“Your friend, Katrina. What’s her-” you stopped yourself, trying to phrase it correctly.

“She’s single” Caitlin blurted out as you nodded. “And then she’s got Harper” Caitlin added.

“Harper?” You asked.

“Someone clearly didn’t watch our documentary” Caitlin teased before continuing. “Harper, as in her three year old child” Caitlin explained as you nodded.

“You’re tryin’ to set up Y/n/n with someone who has a kid?” Katie laughed from the door which made you turn your body around to face her. “She hates kids” Katie continued as Caitlin scowled.

She was right, you did hate kids.

“Do you?” Caitlin asked, raising her eyebrow.

“With a passion” Katie confirmed, laughing again as you awkwardly joined in, not knowing what to say

“You infuriate me” Caitlin snapped at her girlfriend and stormed out of the room.

“That’s my queue” you informed her, patting Katie on the shoulder, wishing her good luck with her angry girlfriend, and heading out of the house.

When you got home you sat on the couch, opting to just have an easy day to cure the tiredness and slight hangover you had. You were scrolling through some platforms trying to find something to watch, when you eventually came by something that caught your eye.

Matildas: The World at Our Feet

You got comfortable before you clicked play. You ended up watching every single episode and Katrina’s storyline was pretty emotional to say the least. You thought about texting her, but did you really want to get into a situationship, or worse, a relationship with someone who had a kid?

It’s not a lie that you and kids would probably never be put in the same sentence. You truly despised them. The constant crying, the screaming and shouting, the unpredictability, the thoughts of you being responsible for another human. No. Absolutely not.

But you liked Katrina, it was tough. You thought about it for a few hours, before finally caving.

Y/n

Hey, it’s Y/n, from last night. I was wondering if you maybe wanted to get dinner when you’re free?

Katrina saw your message come through and couldn’t help the smile that settled on her face.

Katrina

I’d love that, when would you be free?

It took a few days for your schedules to match up to when you were both free, but you were finally heading out for dinner tonight.

Charli and Kyra were in charge of minding Harper in Katrina’s absence, but Steph had also made a magical appearance over to their house. Unbeknownst to them, Steph was there to watch them and Harper.

“Who are you going out with?” Steph asked Katrina as she got ready, leaving the children, Charli and Kyra included, downstairs playing Mario-Kart.

“Just, you know, a friend of a friend” Katrina smirked as Steph nodded and smiled. There was a knock on the door that halted the conversation and Steph waved Katrina off who was heading to answer it.

“You finish up getting ready, I’ll get it. It’s probably their pizza” Steph said as she got off the bed. Katrina didn’t push, she knew you were collecting her but not for another half an hour and you told her you’d text when you were outside.

“Oh, hey Stephy” you smiled when your friend swung the door open.

“Y/n?” Steph said, looking at you up and down until she focused on the flowers in your hand. “No way”.

“What?” You frowned.

“When she said a friend of a friend I didn’t know the friend she was talking about was me and the friend of mine she was dating was you” she poked at your chest. “Why didn’t you tell me?” She was whisper shouting at you, to not alert the trio in the living room or the woman upstairs.

“Well, it’s our first date” you laughed. “I haven’t told anybody”

“Not even Katie?” Steph asked as you shook your head.

“Steph, who’s at the door?” Katrina barked as she swung it further open to get a view. “Oh, hi” she smiled.

“Hey” you smiled back. “Uh, these are for you” you handed her the flowers as Steph raised her eyebrows at you. You’d never been a flower-buyer type for previous girls.

“Thank you so much. Can you just give me two seconds and I’ll meet you in the car?” She asked as you nodded.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Stephy” you poked Steph’s nose before you walked back to the car.

“Mini, why didn’t you invite her in?” Steph asked as she closed the door, following Katrina into the kitchen who was putting the flowers into a vase.

“I don’t want Harper seeing someone new and getting attached. What if it doesn’t work out and then Harper gets upset?” Katrina breathed out as Steph nodded in understanding.

“I’ll take good care of all three of your kids” Steph said softly, squeezing her shoulder almost as if she was telling Katrina she was proud of her for putting herself out there.

“We share custody of Kyra, don’t forget that” Katrina laughed before hugging the defender and saying goodbye to all three children in the living room. It wasn’t long until she got into the car and you began driving. “I’m sorry if it came across rude I didn’t invite you in, it’s just-” she tried to explain, but you shook your head.

“I get it. Dating with a kid must be hard” you smiled softly and she felt like you took the words right out of her mouth. She replayed the conversation you had at the party, and she remembered she never once brought up Harper.

“How did you know I have a kid? Stalker” Katrina teased as you laughed.

“Well, Caitlin told me and then gave me shit I didn’t watch your World Cup documentary” you explained as Katrina laughed. “So, I watched it” you added.

“Oh yeah? What did you think?” She asked.

“You’re uh, very inspirational” you coughed, staring at the road straight ahead of you with both your hands tightening their grip of the steering wheel.

“Why? Because of Harper?” She asked, stroking your arm softly with her fingertips and feeling how tense you were.

“Well, yeah” you nodded. “But also how you manage to deal with Kyra on a regular basis” you chuckled as she slapped your arm lightly and laughed at you.

Dinner went nicer than you had expected it to. You took her to a fancy London restaurant and paid. Your conversation was almost as if you’d known each other for years, and you couldn’t remember dating someone ever being this easy before. She showed you pictures of Harper now and how much bigger she was than in the docu-series. You also made her realise you had no clue about kids, which was meant to worry her, but instead she found cute.

“She’s grown” you pointed out as Katrina showed you a recent photo of the two of them.

“Yeah, they do that” Katrina laughed as you playfully rolled your eyes back at her.

Katrina had offered to get herself home, but you immediately shook your head at her and opened the passenger door for her to get in the car. When you arrived back to her house, you brought the car to a stop.

“Tonight was really nice” you smiled.

“I thought so too” she smiled back.

“Would you, maybe, want to do something again?” You asked as she nodded and leaned over to kiss your cheek.

“Text me, okay?” she replied before getting out of the car and walking up the path to the house. You realised you were already in deep when you didn’t take your eyes off the girl until the front door shut.

“Mummy, I missed you” Harper squealed when Katrina got in.

“I missed you too monkey. Did auntie Steph not put you to bed?” Katrina frowned, scooping the toddler into her arms.

“Let me go” Kyra shouted.

“You cheated” Charli shouted back.

“There is only meant to be one child in this house, and neither of you are it!” Steph groaned, trying desperately to pull the pair apart.

“Hey!” Katrina shouted as all three of them stopped in their tracks.

“She-” Kyra tried to explain.

“Don’t” Katrina warned. “Charli, put Harper to bed” she added, handing the baby over to the blonde.

“Go help her, and try not kill each other” Steph pushed Kyra to follow the Spurs player up the stairs.

“You did cheat” Charli whispered.

“Charlotte” Katrina shouted in a warning tone again, before it went silent and two older Australian duo let out a shared laugh.

“So, how’d it go?” Steph asked.

“I really like her” Katrina smiled as Steph almost leapt at her out of excitement.

“I knew you would” Steph added with a squeal.

-

You’d been on a few more dates before you made it official. You eventually got the honour of being introduced to Harper and had fully respected Katrina’s decision to wait until it was official until you met her. Surprisingly, you actually really enjoyed when Harper tagged along on dates now. You’d always plan something fun for all three of you, like the zoo or the cinema. Harper became very comfortable around you, often wanting you to put her on your shoulders or hold your hand. Apart from her own mum, you were her new favourite person, and apart from her mum, she was yours.

Eventually, after a few months, things became so serious with Katrina that you were collecting Harper from pre-school if she couldn’t, or bringing her to Katrina’s match if you didn’t have one yourself that day. Your friends all knew you two were dating, but you’d never thought of taking her out with you due to Harper needing to be minded. You gave a hand with babysitting duties now too when Katrina needed a night with her friends, although, you didn’t view it as babysitting. In fact, you yourself were opting a lot more lately for a night in with Katrina and Harper than a night out with your team mates. But after taking enough shit from Katie that you never do anything anymore, you decided to invite Katrina out to do something with them.

“Would you maybe want to go out with my friends some evening? I’d like to introduce you properly to them” you smiled across from her at the dinner table, where only the two of you were sitting.

“We can ask Charli if she’ll mind Harper?” Katrina beamed.

“Charli” you shouted as she came crashing through the door, Harper following in behind her and jumping into your lap, poking you in the face making you laugh. “Would you mind looking after Harps one evening this week?” You asked as she giggled and put her hands out for Harper to run back to her. You helped the toddler back to the ground to run back towards her big sister.

“I’ll take that as a yes” Katrina laughed.

-

The night rolled around for you to bring Katrina out, and Kyra was buzzing to introduce her two mums to the team as her mums. When Katrina headed outside with Kyra to get into the taxi, you were sat at the bottom of the stairs, fixing your shoes.

“I’ll be out in two seconds” you shouted after them, waiting until the front door was closed to start your routine. “Charlotte” you said from the living room door with your arms folded.

“I know, I know, bed by 9pm, no sweets, no scary movies and nobody in or out” she recited like a hymn.

“Harps, I’ll see you later, yeah?” You smiled as the little toddler came running towards you, wrapping her arms around your legs. You bent down to give her a fist bump before patting Win’s head, and heading out to the taxi.

“Love you” Harper shouted as she ran back towards Charli, whose head shot to your eyes which were beaming out of your head.

“Has she ever-” Charli asked as you shook your head, still speechless. “Say it back, don’t upset her” Charli whispered.

“I love you too, Harper” you eventually got out, and smiled as the toddler waved goodbye to you.

“Have a nice night” Charli said softly as you walked out of the living room and towards the door, with a massive grin on your face.

“Everything okay?” Katrina asked as you got in and you nodded with a smile.

“You’ll never believe-” you tried to say.

“Party time, yeah!” Kyra shouted.

“Shut it, you pest” Katrina groaned as Kyra started playing with the LED lights that the taxi had inside of it.

The night was going really good, Katrina and your mates were getting along really well. Caitlin and Steph just kept giving you thumbs up from the other side of the table, delighted their plan had worked out. You and Katie were sat beside each other, bickering about something that happened in training the other day.

“Fine” you shouted, eventually rising from the table and storming off.

“What’s happened now?” Caitlin asked with a roll of the eyes.

“I proved her wrong and she owes me a drink” Katie laughed.

“You’ll get used to those pair acting like children when they’re together” Caitlin informed Katrina who laughed.

“I still can’t believe ye’s set up Y/n with someone who has a kid” Katie laughed, as Katrina turned her head to look at her.

“Katie” Caitlin warned.

“What do you mean?” Katrina asked, frown still ever present on her face.

“I just mean, Y/n hates kids. Never showed any desire to have any, so I don’t know why they thought settin’ her up to play happy families with ye was goin’ to work. No offence” Katie grinned.

“Enough now” Caitlin sternly said as Katrina got up from her seat.

“Mini” Steph sighed. Without another word, Katrina left the bar and got a taxi home. Kyra quickly followed her outside and jumped in to the taxi too. When you got back to the table, a lot of the girls had worried expressions on their faces after hearing the interaction play out between your girlfriend and your best friend. Caitlin was giving Katie an earful while Steph sat with her head in her hands.

“What’s gone on?” You asked, slamming the drink in front of your best mate. “Where’s Katrina?” You frowned, looking around, presuming they would say in the bathroom. Caitlin gave Katie the angry eyes you were all too familiar with seeing your best friend getting from her girlfriend.

“Yeah, look-” Katie began.

“What the fuck did you say?” You dragged the girl up by the collar, forcing her off the chair she had just been sat in. Leah and Viv quickly rose to their feet to separate the two of you as Katie just held her hands up in surrender.

“I just may have mentioned your hatred for kids” Katie said with a guilty look on your face. “I was tryin’ to make a point of how, ye know, ye must really like her if you’re willin’ to put up with her kid” Katie shrugged in Viv’s grip. Leah was still firmly holding onto you and taking a tighter grip as you lunged forward.

“You are a fucking idiot” you spat out in anger. “Do you not know how protective over Harper she is? Do you not realise how much effort I’ve put in to make her feel comfortable having me around her?” You snapped as she put her eyes to the floor. “Let me go” you grunted at Leah, who did what you asked as you grabbed your jacket and stormed out. Viv finally released Katie as the Irish girl slumped back into her chair.

“I don’t think I’ve ever seen Y/n so angry” Leah said to Viv as they walked back to their seats.

“You need to apologise to her, and Katrina” Caitlin scowled as Katie nodded. You forgot about the concept of ordering or flagging down a taxi, instead opting to walk to Katrina’s house. A walk that would usually take 45 minutes took you 20, as you practically sprinted there. You knocked on the door, and Charli answered with Harper in her arms.

“Oh, shit” Charli said

“Shit” Harper repeated. You raised your eyebrows at Charli as Harper made grabby hands for you. The blond handed Harper off to you and she let you inside, knowing if she did, you wouldn’t repeat the curse word she just taught Harper to her mother.

“Where’s mummy?” You asked the toddler as she pointed towards the staircase. You placed her down in the living room, patting Win’s head once again before heading upstairs towards Katrina’s bedroom. Win was your dog now. Although she was the Arsenal mascot, it was decided she could live with you full time. You knocked before letting yourself in, watching on as Katrina was sitting on the edge of the bed, in floods of tears and Kyra was sat beside her. “Crossy, can you give us a minute?” You asked as the young girl quickly left the room. You were a giant in comparison to her, and were slightly intimidating, so she was not willing to debate. “Katrina-” you began the second Kyra left, but your girlfriend raised her hand to stop you.

“I think enough has been said tonight” Katrina managed to get out, holding back a sob.

“No, I don’t think so” you disagreed.

“What was your main objective of this relationship? If you hate kids so much why did you do this to me? Has this all been some type of game to you or something?” She was whispering, so as to not let any of the three hear that you were arguing.

“This hasn’t been- darlin’ I-” you tried to plead your case once again.

“She told me exactly how you felt and she’s your best friend, Y/n. So don’t tell me it’s not how you feel, why would our situation be any different?” She put her head in her hands and finally allowed herself to cry.

“I don’t know” you shrugged as silence filled the air, until you spoke again. “Well, actually, I do” you said. “I knew from the moment we met that night that I really liked you and I knew what I was getting into when I asked you out. I knew you had Harper, I knew how much she meant to you, and it’s different with you because-” you hesitated “I’m in love with you” you breathed out. “And I love Harper. I love our little life together and the little family we are making. My favourite part of the week is when you ask me to collect her from pre school” you sighed, dropping onto the bed next to her and feeling your own eyes start to well up with tears.

“Y/n-” Katrina took a breath of relief.

“I don’t care if you want to believe Katie, because what she said is true. But it’s past tense, my perspective changed the second you came into my life. I wouldn’t change anything we have and it certainly would not be Harper” you pulled her into a tight hug, making sure she felt completely reassured. “If I could change one thing, it would be our two older kids” you chuckled as you felt her tears fall against you as she laughed against your chest.

“I’m so sorry” she squeezed you tighter

“You have nothing to apologise for. I understand she is your priority and you don’t just let anybody at random into her life, but you are both my priority too” you informed her. You both sat there for awhile, wrapped up in eachother.

“I’m going to go get Harper and put her to bed” Katrina said as you nodded.

“I’ll go make some tea” you mumbled as you finally parted and walked downstairs together. You headed straight to the kitchen as Katrina scooped Harper up off the ground.

“Time for bed monkey” she said as Harper protested. “Fine, five minutes” Katrina sighed as she took off in a run towards you in the kitchen. A huge bundle of laughter came from the two of you and Katrina couldn’t help but smile.

“All sorted then?” Kyra said as Katrina nodded

“We could have told you she loved Harper” Charli laughed and Kyra rolled her eyes but eventually started to laugh too.

“What do you mean?” Katrina asked.

“Well firstly, she told Harper she loved her earlier because Harper told her she loved her and she would do anything for that kid to make her happy” Charli smiled as Katrina’s heart melted at the sound of the story mixed with the noise of the two of you messing in the kitchen.

“When we’re babysitting Harper, she gives you the same protective talk before she goes” Kyra giggled. “Nobody in our out Kyra, do I make myself clear?” Kyra added, mimicking you

“Bed before 9pm” Charli joined in, also mocking your voice.

“Which clearly wasn’t listened to tonight” you frowned, looking at the time which read 11:27pm and having the wired toddler clung to your back.

“Come on Harps, bed time” Katrina said as the toddler finally gave in. You gave Katrina a look, which told her you could take her up as the woman just smiled back.

“Will I take you to bed?” You asked as you got smacked in the face, which was her way of saying yes, and being excited about it.

“Shit” Harper shouted from the staircase as Katrina’s draw dropped to the floor. Kyra immediately looked at Charli who had a look of guilt on her face.

“Charlotte Grant you are never babysitting again” you shouted.

“Angry mum is so annoyed with you” Kyra shoved her blonde friend, standing up off the couch.

“No, no Kyra. Don’t call Y/n mum now too” Katrina warned.

“Damn it, scary mum is going to shout at me, isn’t she?” Charli whined, walking after Kyra into the kitchen.

“We are not your parents” Katrina shouted, to no avail.

Meanwhile, upstairs you were wrestling with a toddler, trying to get her to go to sleep. After multiple arguments, she’d got dressed into one of your Arsenal jerseys and you’d agreed to read her a story. After about 25 minutes when you still hadn’t made an appearance downstairs, Katrina tiptoed upstairs to look for you. Sure enough, the story worked wonders for you and Harper. You were both asleep, snuggled into eachother with your legs hanging off of the little princess bed. Katrina snapped a photo of the moment, before she gently woke you up to bring you to her bedroom.

“Love you” you mumbled as you rested your head on her chest and her fingernails scraped the back of your neck.

“Love you too” Katrina smiled, pulling you a little bit tighter against her.

Your hatred of children was long gone now that you were loved up and had two grown up daughters and a toddler.

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˖⁺｡˚⋆˙French not Monégasque | PG10 part two⁺｡˚⋆˙

Part one

pairing: pierre gasly x Ferrari!user ( she her )

genre: social media au,

warnings: cheating ( not really it's just twitter going wild ) mention of death ( Ayrton Senna )

summary: in which everyone thinks user is leaning french for her teamate and riot when she isn't 🩷

fc: Kika Gomez and other face claims ( It's my first smau so yeah )

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tagged : robertdowneyjr, your bff

ynfan : Yn in her soft launch eraaa and I'm here for it

yourbff : Hard to be a F1 driver

yourusernamesenna : True babe

maxverstappen1 : Where is Hermes ???

yourusernamesenna : In your house ??? WHERE DID YOU PUT MY CAT

Ferrari : Living for summer dumppp from THE Yn Senna

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part 3

[sleepyjackets]

let's get you that milkshake🥤

summary: rafe and you hate eachother but one late night in your dads diner something shifts (or so you thought)

pairings: season 1 rafe cameron x reader

warnings/tags: enemies to lovers, public sex, swearing, fem!reader, edging (kinda???)

you and rafe loathe each other to no end. ever since that prick and all his kook friends trashed your dads restaurant you couldn't keep the idea of socking a punch into his pretty face outta your mind. you assumed this beef of yours was one sided but apparently not. everytime you and rafe are anywhere near eachother you catch him staring. rather those are hateful stares or something more you can't quite tell.

you're cleaning up around the golf corses him and his squad of pricks frequent when you hear something all too familiar.

"come clean up this shit pogue!" one of his friends yells across the field with not an ounce of shame in his voice. you look down to find a milkshake spilled all over grass and sidewalk with a sticky golf ball meeting it's halt in the mess

typically, you’d ignore this kinda thing but you've grown all too irritated lately for other reasons so you make your way over. but your pursuit is stopped when you hear

"come on are you guys 8 clean up your goddamn mess." rafe says lifting his hand over his eyes to shield his face from the suns harsh rays.

"when you do stupid shit like this it makes me look bad" he puts his hand on his friends shoulder and laughs.

rafe must've saw you staring in disbelief because he scoffs "you want a picture or something little miss pogue?"

little miss pogue

you hated that name almost as much as you hated rafe. him and his friends made that name for you after your dad started hanging up your old pagent photos in his restaurant.

"in your goddamn dreams prick" you bite back starting to walk away.

"more like nightmares."

you hear it. you say not one word.

about a week later you're closing up the restaurant when rafe walks in alone and spots you. his eyes stay on you for longer than necessary before he walks up to the counter.

"can i just have a milkshake?" rafe asks very obviously trying not to look at you.

small detail. that day you were wearing a low cut shirt and you purposely left your hair up too just for emphasis. you didn't really love attention but it felt good to look good. you also sure as hell didn't expect to have rafe cameron tripping over himself at the sight of your cleavage. god did it feel intoxicating.

"we're actually closed i just didn't lock the door. what are you doing on this side of town anyways don't you have a maid who could just make you a milkshake?" you add in a little lip bite in between your sentences and lean forward a little. it's not like you really knew how to flirt but you know you were doing something and it was working on him. again it was so intoxicating watching the guy who's been terrorizing you for months finally stutter over his words at the sight of you. you had power and god were you into this way more than you should be.

"so you can't even do your goddamn job" he snaps back but it's obvious he was just compensating for the fact that he knew you knew he was tripping over himself

"instead of being an ass why don't you come to the back i can get you something else." again absolutely intoxicating.

"in your fucking dreams little miss pogue." he stuttered

a smirk crosses across your face and you lean forward a little. "oh really?"

"yeah really." he says crossing his arms.

you grab a cup from the side of your counter and mutter.

"let's get you that milkshake then?"

when he meets you in the back you quickly grab his perfectly ironed shirt collar and pull him in for a sloppy kiss. his hands grip onto your waist like a goddamn lifeline and you let out a small moan into his mouth. rafe sits you up on the counter and keep kissing you while one of his hands roams up to cup your tit.

"bathroom." he says in between kissing your lips.

as you move to pull away rafe grips onto you harder and you're able to wrap your legs around his hips.

you barely make it to that bathroom before you're both clawing at the tight fabrics restricting you from skin on skin contact.

when you're both stripped down rafe props your beautiful body up on the wall and starts trusting. which each movement a moan creeps out of your mouth and you instinctively quiet down a little.

"your noises are so goddamn pretty" he says in between latching his lips onto your neck and upper chest. his fingers gently curl around your nipple and you let out another moan. "yeah tell me when you're cumming baby"

you start to feel a warm rise in your stomach and yell out

"fuck rafe i'm coming!"

then he stops.

it takes you a bit to even register what this asshole just did but once you fully open your eyes and look around you come to a realization. you look up to see rafe gently setting you on your feet and smiling like that was nothing. rafe starts walking out once his clothes are back on but stops. you think you're getting an apology maybe even a second round but your fantasy is broken when he says all smug

"i still want that milkshake little miss pogue"

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[adorifyy]

︿ · CURSED DESIRE · ︿

SUMMARY ! ... reader got cursed with the desire for something, but she didn’t know what it was. Not until she got together with Sam Winchester, anyway.

WARNINGS ! ... S M U T, piv, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), size kink, first time tg, dom!sam (?) nicknames (sweetheart, baby, Sammy, Rapunzel), fingering, witch curse, overprotective parents, teasing, handsy!sam, sam sucking on your nipple, missionary (?) possessive!sam (but also gentle!sam), slight degrading, no use of Y/N

A/N ! ... omg first time writing a smut fic, scared first time nervous, kinda writing a smut fic. 3.3k wordcount

PAIRING ! ... sam winchester x reader

You were just a young adult when that witch that you and your parents were hunting cursed you. Even after your dad killed the witch, you had that weird, tingly feeling in your body that left you feeling dirty, and cursed.

You weren’t sure what the curse was, mostly because you had never been with anybody, well, you had, just before the curse. But since the curse had latched itself onto you, your parents didn’t let you date anyone. Hell, they barely let you do anything, because they feared what would happen.

So you were stuck for the next few years wondering what kind of curse the witch casted upon you. You had left your parents’ hold just three years after it all happened, so you were hunting alone, and you were trying to figure out what kind of curse the witch put on you, and you kept wondering, not knowing what to do.

That is, until you started dating Sam Winchester.

Ever since you and Sam had gotten together, you had this weird.. hunger and the feeling of.. intense need for something. Something that you didn’t know what the said thing was.

The only thing you knew is that you needed something concerning Sam.

You two had agreed to take things slow, and he understood that you wanted to take your time until you were ready to have sex with him. You’ve had sex with people, before the curse, but as mentioned before, your parents hadn’t let you date after the curse, so it’s not like you were a virgin.

You were sitting on your bed in the bedroom that belonged to you and Sam in the bunker, reading a book that sat on your lap, with your bent legs supporting it as your hair lay in a low, standard braid as you read the book.

You felt the bed dip beneath you as another person sat down on it, and the hunger and need started to flood your system again, but as usual — or as you’d learned to — you ignored it.

You looked up at the familiar, shaggy haired, giant of a man you’ve grown to love and adore, and saw that smirk on his stupid face that made you want to kiss it off his stupidly handsome face of his.

“Hey, sweetheart. Wanna have a movie night? Just us two. Dean went out to a bar and I doubt Cas would come to check up on us. He’s too busy with angel stuff.” He said, that level tone of his that seeped onto a hint of mischievousness.

“Sure. What movie are we thinking? Horror? Action? Disney cartoons that you so adore, Rapunzel?” You said as you closed the book, the sarcasm in your voice noticeable. You had often teased Sam about his love for the movie ‘Tangled’ and you often called him Rapunzel because of his long hair.

Oh how the hated that nickname.

“First off, I told you not to call me that nickname..” he paused as he climbed onto the bed next to you. “Second, I don’t mind which movie. Your pick. I don’t care.” He said as he kissed the top of your forehead.

“How ‘bout Star Wars? I know how much you love the movies, you big guy.” You said, discarding the book onto your nightstand as you flashed him a teasing smirk.

“Star Wars is a perfect choice, sweetheart.” He said, smiling at you.

As you and Sam we’re curled up in bed, watching Star Wars, The Empire Strikes Back, it felt like the perfect moment. You wanted to freeze time and be stuck here forever. With the way one of Sam’s hands was cradling your hip as you clinged onto his side, laying your hand on his shoulder.

And then, Sam started getting handsy, which fueled that craving and hunger that the witch had cursed you with. His hand drifted onto your ass, and squeezed it, which made you smirk knowingly at him as you raised your head from the screen, now focusing your vision onto his handsome face.

“Sammy, why’re you getting so handsy for, hm?” You say, trying to sound teasing but the hunger for him in your eyes showed him that you were just as needy as he was.

He leaned his face closer to yours, pecking yours lips once, twice, until you got impatient and pulled him in for a kiss, a kiss that was filled with passion, need and hunger.

You moved one of your legs to the other side of him, straddling his lap as he as up and made out with you, with your hands around his neck and his hands at your waist. You were both in that position, the room quiet except for the sounds of lip moving against lip.

You had moved your hands to unbutton his shirt, but then he pulled away and grabbed your wrist, smirking at you as he shook his head. “No way, sweetheart, m’taking over.” He said, his voice deep with passion and hunger as his dominant side of him was brought onto the surface.

He was about to ask you if you were sure about this, but the hunger in your eyes answered his unspoken question as his hands from your waist grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it off. He started kissing and nibbling from your neck to the in-between of your breasts, which was mostly covered by your bra, but he made sure to kiss and nibble all over you.

He once again moved to your neck, sucking on the plain skin and then running his tongue over it, as if he wanted to soothe the marks.

He reached behind your back, in order to use his hand to unclasp your bra, which made you tilt your head back and arch your back towards his face as he used his hands to slip the straps off your shoulders as your hands flew to his hair, grasping at the strands of it.

He pulled his head away from your neck to admire your breasts. “S’beautiful for me, baby..” he said, returning his head to your neck, kissing over it, and then over your collarbone until he eventually kissed over your nipples. One of his hands moved from your waist to cup your other breast that wasn’t being worshiped by his mouth.

His mouth on your nipples made you moan, and the fact he made sure to cup your other breast and knead it was enough to make you roll your head back once more as you arched your back more towards his face.

He flipped you over, so that you were laying on your back, and so he could get better access to your body. He moved his kisses from your nipple to your stomach, trailing over in a straight line until he reached the waistband of your pants.

He looked up at you, as if asking permission. He may be a dominant man, but he wanted to make sure it was pleasuring for you, aswell.

When all you did was nod, he straightened up and gripped your chin. “Use your words f’me sweetheart.” He said as his hands sneaked around your waist.

“Yes, Sam.” You managed to say, if not moan. You were so deep in pleasure as you let the hunger that lingered in you ever since you got cursed get the better of you.

Your words was all it took for him to move his hands from your waist to unbutton your pants as he ducked his head to your neck one again, kissing and sucking at every inch possible.

You moved your hands from his hair and resumed unbuttoning his shirt, and this time he didn’t stop you from doing so.

As soon as he unbuttoned your pants, he tapped your hip bone with his fingers, and then gently said “Lift your hips f’me, sweetheart.” And when you did, he basically threw your jeans off and discarded them somewhere on the floor.

The Star Wars movie was long forgotten when he started helping you unbutton his shirt, since it seemed you were struggling.

The curse still pulsed under your skin, a lingering reminder of the witch’s cruel magic, but in Sam’s presence, the weight of it eased. He made you feel safe.

“I just need you.” you whispered, working open the first button, then another.

Sam let out a slow breath, his control razor-thin. His muscles tensed as you spread his shirt apart, revealing the hard lines of his chest. He caught your wrist, halting your movements.

“You’re shaking.” he murmured, his thumb stroking against your pulse point.

“I need to feel something real, I need to feel you, Sam.” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper.

His eyes flashed, something primal flickering beneath his usual restraint. Then, in a single, fluid motion, he guided you back against the pillows, his weight settling over you. He was careful, keeping most of it off you, but his presence alone was enough to send shivers down your spine.

His fingers brushed your ribs, trailing down to your bare waist, just above the lace of your panties. “You’re so damn beautiful,” he rasped, his lips hovering just above yours. “Even cursed, you’re still the most incredible thing I’ve ever seen.”

Heat pooled in your stomach, and you arched slightly beneath him, seeking more. He groaned, his restraint wavering as he pressed his hips against yours. Even with the fabric of his jeans between you, the pressure sent a delicious ache through your arching core.

Sam kissed you then — slow, deep, possessive but with a hint of need and hunger. His hands traced your body with purpose, mapping every inch, reminding you that you were his to take care of, to worship. He didn’t rush. He wanted to make sure your first time with him was pleasurable.

You whimpered against his lips, nails digging into his shoulders as he rolled his hips, teasing, torturing. “Sam…”

His forehead rested against yours, his breath hot and uneven. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.”

His fingers trailed against the waistband of your red, lacy panties that has a wet patch in the middle of them. “Y’so wet for me, baby..” He said as he removed his forehead from yours, so he could see your beauty when he pulled down those panties.

You whined at his touch, needing more. “Sam, I need you, I need you to fuck me.. please, Sammy.” You moaned out, desperate for him.

His jaw clenched at your words, at the way you begged for him, voice trembling with need. Sam had always been careful with you—always put you first, always made sure you felt safe. But right now? Right now, you weren’t asking for careful. You were pleading for him, raw and desperate, and that was all it took to snap the last thread of his control.

“Fuck, sweetheart,” he groaned, his lips dragging down your throat, teeth scraping against sensitive skin. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

His hand trailed lower, fingertips teasing along the edge of your panties, feeling the heat radiating from between your thighs. You squirmed beneath him, seeking more friction, but he pinned you in place with his weight, his free hand gripping your hip firmly.

“Look at you,” he murmured, voice thick with desire. “So needy. So perfect.”

His fingers slid beneath the lace, barely brushing against your soaked folds, and you gasped, your body arching into him.

“Sam—”

“I know, baby.” His voice was rough, breathless. “I know what you need.”

He pulled back just enough to watch you, his eyes dark, possessive. His fingers moved with slow, torturous precision, circling your clit, teasing, never quite giving you what you wanted. The friction was enough to make your toes curl, but not enough to push you over the edge.

You whined, hips bucking against his hand, but he only smirked, pressing you down into the mattress. “You’re always so impatient,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “But I wanna take my time with you.”

You whimpered, fingers digging into his shoulders. “Sam, please—”

His fingers slid lower, slipping inside you with ease, stretching you in the most delicious way. You gasped, nails raking down his back as he set a slow, deliberate rhythm, his thumb circling your clit just enough to keep you on the edge.

“That’s it, baby,” he praised, watching the way you came undone beneath him. “So good f’me.”

Your breath hitched, thighs trembling, pleasure coiling tighter and tighter inside you. He leaned down, lips brushing against your ear. “Cum f’me.”

And when he curled his fingers just right, you shattered, pleasure crashing through you in waves as you cried out his name.

He didn’t stop—he worked you through it, kissing you slow and deep, his free hand caressing your side, grounding you.

As the pleasure ebbed into something softer, he pulled back just enough to look at you, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve got you,” he murmured, lips ghosting over yours.

You exhaled shakily, hands reaching for his belt. “I need more, Sammy.”

His breath hitched, eyes darkening. And then he was kissing you again, deeper this time, his control unraveling completely.

“Then I’ll give you everything.” He said, unraveling his belt, revealing his rock hard cock, now even though you couldn’t see his length because he was still in his boxers, you knew he would be huge, just by the sheer size of his body.

The room felt hotter, the air thick with tension as Sam’s words settled over you like a promise.

Your breath hitched as he pushed his jeans down, the fabric sliding over his thighs. Even though he was still in his boxers, the sight of him made your stomach tighten. The thick outline of his cock strained against the fabric, the sheer size of it making your heart race.

You swallowed hard. He was big.

Sam caught the way your eyes widened, and a smirk ghosted across his lips. “You okay, sweetheart?” His voice was rough, but there was something tender in the way he spoke to you, the way his fingers brushed against your cheek.

You nodded, even though uncertainty flickered in your eyes. “You’re just… big.”

His smirk deepened, but the warmth in his gaze never faded. He leaned in, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to your lips, his hand sliding down your side, fingers tracing the curve of your waist. “We’ll go slow,” he murmured against your mouth. “I’ll take care of you.”

A shiver ran through you at the weight of his words.

He hooked his fingers beneath the waistband of your panties, tugging them down with agonizing slowness, his gaze never leaving yours. You felt exposed, vulnerable, but with Sam looking at you like that — like you were something precious — you weren’t scared.

His fingers ghosted over your bare thighs, then dipped between them, spreading you open. His touch was gentle, reverent, but the way his breath caught told you everything you needed to know. He wanted you. Badly.

“You’re so wet,” he groaned, his thumb swiping over your clit, making you gasp. “S’fuckin’ perfect.”

Your body arched into him, desperate, aching. “Sam, please.”

His jaw clenched, restraint flickering in his eyes as he pushed his boxers down. And then you saw him. His rock hard cock.

Your breath caught in your throat.

Thick, long, intimidatingly big, the tip flushed, already leaking precum. You had suspected he would be large, but seeing him now? A mixture of anticipation and nervousness coiled in your stomach.

Sam must have noticed because he chuckled softly, gripping himself at the base, stroking slowly. “We’ll take it slow, baby” he reassured you, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “But I need you to relax f’me, okay?”

You nodded, spreading your thighs wider as he settled between them. His cock brushed against your entrance, teasing, stretching you slightly, and your breath hitched at the sheer size of him.

He groaned at the feeling of your slickness against him, his forehead pressing against yours. “You ready, sweetheart?”

You nodded, fingers digging into his biceps. “I want you, Sam.”

His breath shuddered, and then, with no warning, he pushed in.

The stretch was immediate, a sharp, almost overwhelming sensation as his thick head breached your entrance. You gasped, legs tensing around him. Sam cursed under his breath, his hands gripping your hips, holding himself back with everything he had.

“Jesus,” he ground out. “You’re so tight. So f’ckin tight.”

You whimpered, adjusting to the sheer size of him. It was unlike anything you had ever felt before, so full, so deep, even though he had barely pushed in.

He kissed you slowly, his hands stroking your thighs, your waist, easing you into it. “Breathe for me, sweetheart. You’re doing s’good.”

You forced yourself to relax, exhaling shakily. Sam took that as his cue, pushing in deeper, stretching you inch by inch.

Your nails raked down his back, and he groaned at the sensation. His muscles trembled with restraint, his jaw clenched as he held himself back from thrusting into you all at once.

Finally, he was fully inside you, his cock buried to the hilt, filling you in a way that made your head spin. You felt impossibly full, stretched to your limit, but the burn was slowly melting into something more, something deliciously overwhelming.

Sam let out a shaky breath, his forehead resting against yours. “Fuck,” he groaned. “You feel so good. S’fuckin’ good.”

You whimpered, shifting slightly, and the movement sent a shockwave of pleasure through both of you. Sam sucked in a breath, his hands tightening on your hips.

“You okay?” he rasped, voice strained.

You nodded, a small moan escaping your lips. “Move, Sammy. Please.”

His restraint snapped.

He pulled back slowly, dragging his cock almost all the way out before snapping his hips forward, filling you again. You cried out, pleasure sparking through every nerve.

Sam groaned, his grip on you tightening as he set a slow but deep rhythm. “Fuck, baby. Y’feel so goddamn good.”

His lips crashed against yours, swallowing your moans as he rocked into you, his cock stretching you perfectly. He was big, thick, and every thrust sent a delicious pressure deep inside you, hitting spots you didn’t even know existed.

His hands roamed your body, one sliding up to cup your breast, the other gripping your hip, pulling you into each thrust. He was rough, dominant, but there was an underlying gentleness to every touch, every kiss.

“You’re mine,” he murmured against your skin. “You were made for me.”

You clenched around him, and he groaned, his pace faltering for a moment. “Shit, sweetheart—do that again.”

His thrusts grew rougher, deeper, his hips slamming into yours, skin meeting skin in a sinful rhythm. The pleasure built higher, hotter, a fire consuming you both.

Sam’s fingers found your clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles. “Cum for me,” he growled, his voice dark, commanding. “Cum all over my cock, baby.”

Your body obeyed, pleasure crashing over you in waves, your vision going white as you cried out his name. You clenched around him, and Sam cursed, his movements growing erratic.

With one final thrust, he buried himself deep, groaning your name as he spilled inside you, his cum slicking your walls as warmth filled your body, his body shuddering with release.

For a moment, neither of you moved, just tangled together, breathless, bodies still pulsing with aftershocks.

Sam finally lifted his head, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. “You okay?”

You nodded, a sleepy, satisfied smile tugging at your lips. “That was… incredible.”

He chuckled, his hand running soothing circles over your hip. “Yeah,” he murmured, kissing you again. “It really was.”

And as he pulled you against his chest, his warmth surrounding you, you knew—Sam had just given you everything.

And then, you felt the hunger and need from the spell begin to fall apart. You didn’t feel hungry for him, for his cock, you didn’t feel the need for sex.

Sam had cured the curse that the witch lay upon you all those years ago, and oh god were you thankful, no more having to ignore the need whenever Sam was close.

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Safe

She woke up warm. Warmer than usual. The magic of the lighthouse always kept her room at the perfect temperature, as it did with the rest of their little island. This was the comfortable warmth one got from being nestled tight into blankets, or being close to someone.

She felt nestled between the back of the sofa and.. Blinking once, twice, she realized the wall in front of her was no wall at all. It was the sleeping form of Lucanis, wrapped around her. And by the sense of smell, which also awoke, she was not in her own room. She was in the pantry, where the smells of different spices hit her.

She blinked a third time. This was not where she had gone to bed last night. Lucanis’ small cot in the pantry seemed small enough for him alone. With her, even with her slight build, it was less than cramped. She was between him and the wall, his arms wrapped around her to protect her from the cold surface. She was scooted down, facing his chest, and his legs wrapped between hers. Her cheeks grew warmer by the second. While they both knew there was something between them, they had not shared a bed yet. Or a proximity as close as this.

Slowly, she turned her head up, catching the rarest of sights: A sleeping Lucanis. Her heart skipped a few beats. He was handsome when awake, but sleeping, he was beautiful. Seconds passed as she kept staring, until she was forced to blink again. When he was in focus again, a jolt went through her as a pair of eyes stared down at her. Purple eyes. Spite.

ROOK. AWAKE! Spite grinned with Lucanis’ face. Seemingly pleased with himself. He didn't move, just looked at her, expectantly.

“Hello, Spite. Any idea how I ended up here?” She was almost afraid to move. Not for anything Spite might do, she truly believed the demon didn’t mean her any harm. But she didn't want to leave just yet.

YES. I CARRIED ROOK. ROOK IS SAFE HERE. He proclaimed. Still with a proud grin on Lucanis’ face. Safe? In the pantry? Or..

“Is this your way of saying you understand space a bit more? Since Lucanis said he preferred the pantry for its choking point?”

Spite nodded enthusiastically. YES! ROOK IS SAFE IN PANTRY.

WITH US.

She gave a slight nod.

After their run-in with the venatori the day prior, she might have made a comment. The team were minding their business in a more secluded part of Dock Town, when they got attacked by a group of venatori. She might have made a comment afterwards that she wouldn't be surprised if venatori popped up in the aquarium in her chambers, as they seemed to appear everywhere they went these days. It hadn’t occurred to her at all that Spite was listening. Making her sleep in the pantry, protected by Lucanis and Spite. Perhaps Spite had thought she felt unsafe alone in her chambers. It was sweet in its own way, but she had a sneaking suspicion.

“Spite. Did you plan this with Lucanis, or did you come up with this yourself?”

MY IDEA!

Ah. Her heart sank for a bit, and started to slowly untangle herself from the still sleeping assassin. Even with their growing affection, she wasn’t sure how well received it would be for Lucanis to find her uninvited in his bed. If she could still sneak away before he woke, maybe she could convince him Spite was just messing with him.

Maybe.

“Thank you for the sentiment, Spite. But maybe check in with Lucanis next time. I don’t think-”

“Rook?” 

She froze, looking back up. Staring back at her was the familiar pair of dark eyes looking down at her. She had joked they were the color of coffee because of how much of it he drank, but they had almost a golden hue to the dark brown eyes, and she nearly got caught in his look, until the situation came crashing back down. Her cheeks burned hotter.

“Hi,” it felt more like a squeak.

“Why are you in my bed?” He blinked a few times, and she was almost glad of the blush which crept up his neck as he took in the scene of them. In the position they were still in. Still, she felt bad for him and pushed herself as far back into the wall as she could. Which as this point wasn’t very far. She had managed to untangle their legs before he woke, but his arms were still around her.

“Spite, he-”

WE PROTECT ROOK. Spite said for both of them, and by the smugness in his voice, he still failed to see any problem with their current situation. He sounded as smug as the cat who had swallowed a pigeon.

By his frown, she could tell Lucanis was given the explanation by Spite, and by the facial expressions that followed, she could tell he was not exactly pleased by the demon's antics. She could feel his fingers flexing at her back as he silently argued with Spite. For once, she didn’t mind that she wasn’t privy to their conversations.

“I’m sorry, I will get going,” she said as she started to scoot herself down to the foot of the cot. 

Before she got that far, his hold on her tightened, and his chin rested on the crown of her head. 

“Don’t go,” his voice a whisper against her hair. “I don’t mind. Really”

A moment passed as she relaxed into his embrace again, timidly placing a hand against his chest. His heart beat a steady rhythm underneath her palm, slightly racing.

“Are you sure? If you’re uncomfortable..” she left the words hanging in the air, really hoping he wasn’t uncomfortable by it. She knew she really wasn’t, even if it had been a complete surprise. Although not an unpleasant one. “With you? Never,” he simply stated. A smile formed on her lips as she let her cheek rest against him as well.

They lay in comfortable silence, even Spite keeping calm. She could almost imagine him sitting by one of the crates by the door, keeping watch for any invading venatori.

“Spite said you were afraid of venatori in your room?” Lucanis asked after a while. She sighted.

“I think Spite needs a course on sarcasm.”

“Ah.”

“Yeah.”

Neither spoke for a moment, and warmth crept up her spine and to her stomach as Lucanis slowly began tracing his fingers up and down her spine. In unrushed, lazy strokes.

“Not sure how I feel about being abducted in the night, but next time-” As soon as she spoke the words, she clapped her mouth shut, but it only earned her a low chuckle from Lucanis.

“Next time, I’ll invite you myself.” Her entire face flushed, and she thanked the maker he couldn’t see her face. By being this close to him however, had the added benefit of listening to his heart race for a moment as he spoke the words. She suspected he might enjoy this as she did.  

“Deal,” she agreed, settling back into his embrace and a dreamless sleep. The world could wait an hour more. Maybe two

[seungmininmynheart]

First Encounter Didn’t go as planned.

Paring: Idol!Bangchan x Idol!fem!reader. Genre: Fluff. Summary: Reader is a new soloist at JYPE and has a thing for Bang Chan. Authors Note: This is my first fanfic on tumblr so yay. Also Grammar and spelling is not my strong suit. I hope you guys enjoying reading this as much as I enjoyed making it.

It was late at night and you sat at your desk at the JYP dorms. Your manager who you share a room with was already asleep. You were still up though, scribbling in your notepad. Writing down a little to do list, 1 say hi first, 2 strike up a conversation, 3 Leave a great first impression. You finished writing and crawled into bed, excited for tomorrow. You were excited because tomorrow is the day you meet Bang Chan

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Your alarm woke you up. despite not getting alot of sleep you felt great and excited. Today was the day you get to work with Bang Chan. It was in your schedule to record your new debut song. Your manager had told you that you’ll be recording with Bang Chan. You’ve admired him and his music for the longest time. You kinda had a thing for him since before you joined jyp.

You Joined jype after winning their newest survival show for a female soloist. It was already done airing and you were on schedule to debut in a couple months. Your survival show had gotten pretty popular online but most people were happy you won.

You dressed comfortably but nice since you were going to be in the studio most of the day. Your manager just finished dressing too and she knocks on the bathroom door.

“you done in there yet? we gotta get going.” she called out.

“One minute” You respond back. You didn’t know your manager that well yet but she was nice to you and very patient. You check your expressions in the mirror, You gotta make sure your smile looks nice today.

“Okay I’m coming” You walk out the bathroom grabbing your bag, hat and Mask before following your manager out to the car.

—

You were already familiar with the layout of the JYP building. You knew the way to dance practice rooms, the cafeteria, and Recording studios. You stopped by the cafeteria first eating breakfast with your manager. You saw a couple of faces you recognized.

After breakfast you felt good because right now you were going to record your debut song. You check your hair using your camera making sure you look okay before going to the studio. You had prepared what’d you say to him. You had the perfect plan and couldn’t wait to be face to face with Bang Chan and be able to talk to him.

You were right in front of the door to the studio. You held the handle slowly twisting it. The door swung open slowly and looking in you see a couple staff members and Young K. You quickly greet him making sure your face doesn’t give away your confusion. You sit on the couch looking at your manager confused. She just shrugs.

—

After finishing your first recording of your debut song Young K lets you know that’s all for today. You thank him on his way out and the staff that were there helping. You walked out last, seeing your manager in the hallway wrapping up a call.

“I thought I was working with Bang Chan today?” You asked her confused as you guys started walking.

“I thought so too, There must’ve switched I guess.” She tells me. You were bummed out even though Young K is still someone you admire. You were disappointed that you had planned your whole first encounter with Bang Chan just for it to not happen. First encounters are always so hard, because nothing goes as planned. you sigh.

“Wait where are we going right now?” You asked

“Vocal lessons remember? your teacher is waiting” She reminded you of your schedule for today. She went on about your schedule for the day but you weren’t listening because you had just heard a familiar voice. You look infront of you and walking just a couple steps ahead with his back facing towards you was Bang Chan and right next to him was Han. Suddenly all background noises were cancelled.

Just three steps in front of you was your idol you could just walk up to him and get a chance to greet him and Han. You would strike up a conversation and he’d ask your name and you’d leave a great first Impression. You imagined how it’d go down in your head.

“Y/N, are you listening?” Your manager asked. You stop walking and pay attention facing her again.

“Hm?” You say.

“What’s up? are you tired” She asks. You shake your head letting her know your okay but when you look forward again he’s not their anymore. In the short moment you stopped to talk to your manager he had disappeared. Dissaspointed once again about how your day isn’t going according to plan and you just missed your chance.

—

The rest of the day was uneventful except seeing Yeji in JYP cafeteria when you were eating lunch. It was getting late and after practicing dancing for a couple hours you were tired. Your manager had some things to do leaving you to practice alone. You were sweating and tired you took a couple of selfies before grabbing your stuff to leave for the day. It was 10pm so you were just going to grab a taxi to take you back to the dorms.

You put on your mask and hat before walking outside, and you realized it was raining. You thanked yourself for remembering to grab your umbrella before leaving this morning. As you were pulling out your umbrella from your bag you heard a sigh.

“No way it’s raining, this is just great” You heard the familiar Australian accent. Your heart stopped turning around to see Bang Chan just two feet away from you. Even if he had a mask and a hat on you could still recognize him. You quickly greet him and he greets you back.

“Do you have an umbrella?” You asked nervously trying to sound causal but respectful.

“No, but it’s okay my car isn’t parked far” He reassures you. You suddenly get an idea to leave a good impression. You offer your umbrella to him.

“You can have this I have another umbrella in my bag” you give him a sweet smile.

“Are you sure?” He asks you. You nod and he accepts your umbrella. Your hand grazing his, this moment couldn’t get any better for you. He opened the umbrella thanking you.

As he started walking away you felt on top of the world. Even if you didn’t get a chance to introduce yourself and he didn’t know your name or would be able to recognize you because you had your hat and mask on.

“I owe you now, Y/N!” He called out before turning around and continuing to walk away. You couldn’t stop the smile on your face or the happiness you felt. You didn’t know how he knew who you were but this moment was something you’d always cherish.

The whole encounter was beautiful. You stood there for a minute even after he was long gone. You didn’t have another umbrella but it was okay.

Ding Water droplet landed on your cheek as it started to rain harder but you didn’t mind. Nothing could ruin your mood. You didn’t bother to grab a taxi you just put your hood over your head and ran. The dorms weren’t far away so it was okay.

—

When you opened the door to your apartment you were dripping wet. Your manager who was already home was shocked, ran to grab you a towel before you could even take your shoes off.

“What happend? I thought you were gonna take a taxi home?” She said handing you the towel trying to dry you off.

“I guess I forgot” She scolded you about taking care of yourself and to bring an umbrella if you wanted to walk. you didn’t mind thought. You were smiling so hard that your cheeks hurt. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

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[gayforolderwomen]

You wanted to be touched didn't you?

Pairing: dark!Agatha x reader + hinted at Dark!Rio x reader

Agatha and Rio have kidnapped you, they've left you completely alone and isolated for months in hopes that you become touched starved, it works and Agatha uses it to her advantage

Warnings: 18+, smut, dub-con, non-con, mommy kink, fingering (r receiving), kidnapping, manipulation, implied mind control, Stockholm syndrome, extremely brief breast play, r has a pussy, r is referred to as a girl, use of 'good girl', touched deprived r, panty soaking, slight overstim, mention of a strap-on, lmk if I missed anything!

A/N: this is a dark fic please pay attention to the tags! This is my first fic so please be nice and there's probably going to be some spelling/grammar mistakes sorry lol

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You don't know how long it's been

One moment you were walking peacefully in the woods the next two women appeared and you passed out, you woke up in this cell and ever since then it's been silence. No footsteps above, no muffled voices, no human interaction at all

Your meals just appear at the same three times everyday, the cell window too high up and small to tell where you are but at least it gives you a sense of time

It's been roughly three months you think since they took you, you don't know who they are or why they did this but the thing that confuses you the most is that they haven't even come here. No visits at all and it's starting to get lonely, you even tired calling out a few times but recived no response

All you have is the confines of the cell, you sit on the old mattress that's been your bed for the past few months and suddenly a door opens

Your heart leaps as footsteps descend the stairs and she appears. Fear lingers in your chest but the woman approaches the cell with a warm, deceptively kind smile on her face, as if her softness could vanish any minute but you'll take anything right now

"Agatha, Agatha harkness" she states with soft credence

Without waiting for your name Agatha opens the cell door and watches your reaction carefully, you stay still for a moment studying the woman. She's definitely one of the women that took you but she's being so kind and at least she's talking to you

Against your better judgement you stand up from the mattress and hug yourself slightly suddenly feeling awfully touch deprived

Agatha smirks slightly and slowly approaches you. Once she reaches you she cups your face in her hands, her touch gentle and grounding

You almost immediately nuzzle into her plams as if it were the most natural thing in the world, easily lulled into a false sense of security as Agatha's thumb caresses your cheek. She coos at you quietly and brings you closer to her body, her strength a subtle reminder of her power in the situation

"Sorry to keep you waiting little one I just had to make sure you'd be a good girl for me, you're a good girl aren't you darling?"

She asks with a sultry lilt, one of her hands moving from your cheek to wrap around your waist possessively, pulling you flush against her, her other hand still gently cupping your cheek caressing it almost as a distraction to her firmer grip on your waist

You don't even pick up on the implications of her question and just nod, nuzzling into her hand a little more just greatful to be touched

"Use your words little one" Agatha gently chastises her grip loosening slightly as a warning

You almost instinctively panic when her grip loosens desperate not to lose the gentle touch you been without for months

"I'll be good, I am good. I'm a good girl" you say quickly trying to nuzzle into her palm again, an aching need in your body to be caressed

Agatha smiles, a slight darkness flashes in her eyes, too quick for you to take notice. Her grip goes back to how it was cupping your cheek with one hand, the other holding your waist to hers

She leans in slightly, her hot breath tickling your ear "that's a good girl, you deserve a reward for being so good, don't you think darling?" She husks in your ear her tone no longer disguising the lust it's laced with

Agatha doesn't wait for your response this time and her hand leaves your cheek, prompting a small pout from you which Agatha chuckles at

"such a sweet little thing, so desperate for mommy's touch hm?" Agatha teases slightly, pulling back just enough so that her hand can slowly slide down your neck to your chest brushing against your breasts in a fleeting touch

Your cheeks flush slightly heat stirring in your stomach at the name Agatha gave herself. Before you can think clearly Agathas hand cups your breast through your clothes feeling your nipple harden easily, she smirks her plan has worked perfectly, leaving you alone for months waiting for your body to start craving any kind of touch and now you're as responsive and pliable as she had hoped

Her other hand now leaves your waist instead brushing across your stomach occasionally dipping under your shirt to feel the soft skin beneath, her long fingers teasing your pantie line watching your face with a careful determination

The action makes the heat in your stomach grow and you let out a sound of desperation and confusion, almost a whine, you've been aching for another persons touch but this isn't what you imagined

"Wh- i-" you stammer before Agatha raises her hand that was cupping your breast to shush you

"shh baby girl, mommy's gonna make you feel good, you wanted to be touched didn't you?" She says before her fingers slip under your panties and press against your clit, eliciting a gasp from you and making your hips buck involuntarily

Agatha smiles holding back a laugh "see doesn't this feel good darling?" She says as she starts pressing circles against your clit

A strangled moan escapes your lips and despite your mind reeling at the sudden change in situation you feel your body reacting, your folds starting to become slick with arousal, your hips bucking slightly more

Agatha presses her body against yours and starts waking you back until you hit the wall of the cell "oh baby you need me so bad don't you? Mommy's got you" she coos in an almost teasing manor enjoying seeing the way your body betrays your mind

Her thumb is now circling your clit occasionally pressing down hard to hear your beautiful sounds. She can't hold herself back anymore and slips two fingers inside you with little resistance, your warm slick walls enveloping her digits

You let out a whimper that quickly turns into a moan as she curls her fingers inside of you, the pain from the stretch mixing with the pleasure

"Does that feel good baby? You like mommy's fingers inside you?" Agatha husks in the your ear before starting to leave hot open-mouthed kisses on your neck

You let out an almost pathetic moan in response your mind suddenly too foggy to speak, it's odd though your mind was perfectly clear a mere second ago

Her fingers start to pump in and out of you, giving you no chance to think further, curling them perfectly in time with her thumb strokes on your clit. Her other hand holding you firmly against the wall trapping you completely. Your hips buck and twitch desperately not even knowing if you're trying to get away or want more

Agatha moans softly at the sight of you so confused and desperate, your walls clenching around her fingers each time they push in

"That's it's baby take mommy's fingers, you're so good for me" she says a hint of pride in her voice and she pushes a third finger into you once again giving you no time to think as she fucks you against the cell wall

The sound of your moans echo through the basement and your hips start to shake slightly the pleasure pain starting to get too intense, the mysterious fog clouding your brain coaxing you to just give in, Agathas lips still pressing against your neck as her fingers pump into you relentlessly her thumb curling your clit with increased power

"Go on baby, let go, cum for mommy" she commands in your ear before capturing your lips in a searing kiss, her tongue demanding entrance and dominating your mouth claiming you completely

The fog in your brain thickens feeling almost like a blanket wrapping around you, lulling you into security and compliance

Agatha keeps you pinned to the wall as your legs start to shake, her mouth still dominating yours swallowing the slurry of moans you produce and then it happens, a high pitched moan, your legs shaking so badly that Agatha is the only thing holding you up, pleasure crashing through your body and cum enveloping Agathas fingers soaking your panties in the process

Agatha finally pulls back from the kiss still holding you up to look at you, your face flushed, chest heaving, legs trembling, it's the most perfect sight to Agatha. She keeps pumping her three fingers in and out of you making you ride the high of your orgasm, her thumb pressing hard against your now swollen clit before pulling out and stepping back making you fall to the floor with a thud but the fog in your brain barely registers the pain

Agatha takes the fingers that where inside you and brings them to her mouth licking off the cum with a moan "oh sweet girl you taste delicious, I wish I could devour you right now but it's Rio's turn"

Agatha says and suddenly the other woman that took you appears in the cell. Rio, she stands over your trembling body and leans down, her hand dipping beneath your panties and proding at your entrance feeling how wet and stretched out it is

You want to squirm away, your body already tired and overstimulated but the fog keeps you still, keeps you compliant

"You did good my love, she should take my cock nicely" Rio states with a low growl of approval "clear her mind though, you know I like it when they're feisty"

It's then you notice Rio is completely bare, apart from a harness fastend around her hips