#only my luci is allowed to do that

[onehellishcollection]

✧༺𓆩༻✧ "...You. Know. What. I. Mean." Lucifer gave a pointed huff, kind of wanting to strain the other him. Was he really so insufferable? Probably, to be honest. At least he looked damned good while being so insufferable.

What a strange thought.

"Don't make me have to punch that pretty face of yours."

The way he watched himself respond was certainly amusing. Was this what others saw when he responded? Mm..he was a fine specimen of a man. "Oh but I am keeping my hands to myself don't you see? I'm only touching my body." He was quick to point that out to him as he chuckled as he watched himself become flustered.

[dannygpino]

Not Raúl Esparza just dropping the bomb that he (recently?) recorded the Miscast 2022 version of "Come To Your Senses"????? And he's doing Miscast this year by singing a song from his first Miscast???????

[grossdyke]

lurther lurther lurther (I'm chanting)

oh lucy who ends up marrying narcissa (the woman she so desperately wants to be, and with good intentions even) post lurthur. we’re really in it now ..

[sskk-manifesto]

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[undyinglantern]

really is sad how few comedies I’ve watched bc most of them Do Not Land with me that even my siblings are surprised when I’m watching one 😭😭

[bunnis-monsters]

Incubus Husband Angst(GOOD END)

Pt1

WK: 1.7k

warning: mentions of a womb tattoo, breeding, make up sex, tail use

A/N: the yandere and no forgiveness ending will only be available to my kofi members! I’ll post a link to each ending when I finish writing them ^^

It was later in the evening, and you were just getting home from work. The day felt like it went on forever, and not just because your boss was being hard on you for missing a few days of work.

No, you couldn't get your mind off of your husband... if you could even call him that still. Your entire heart ached every time you pictured his smiling face in your mind, and it made focusing on your tasks nearly impossible.

Seeing his things littered across your apartment, or smelling his perfume in your car as you drove home was just another reminder of what had happened.

At times you wondered if you had been too harsh... and then you remembered his words. The heartbreak suddenly turned into fury, making your hands clench around the wheel before you settled back into an emptiness that threatened to consume you.

Did you still love him?

That question was something you didn't even want to answer. You knew you did, after everything not only did you love him, you adored him. He had made you feel beautiful after years of hating yourself and others too.

Why did he have to do the very thing that made you dislike yourself all over again?

Jealousy... what an ugly emotion. All your life you had always been jealous. Jealous of other women, of the way they looked themselves in the mirror with a smile instead of contempt, of how they were able to love someone without being looked at with disgust…

He had made you forget what jealousy even was for a while. His eyes were always on you, and you even thought that you were all he wanted.

Then he started flirting with other women, always sending you a knowing look. Even if you knew he was just trying to make you jealous, you still felt hurt and... ugly. Every woman he flirted with was perfectly thin, beautiful, and looked nothing like you.

What if he really was into them?

As you pulled into your driveway, you raised an eyebrow when you noticed your front door was ajar. You could have sworn you closed and locked it… but you had been super forgetful as of late.

Since you sent him away…

“Must’ve forgotten…” you murmured, setting down your bag and walking in. It was dark, which wasn’t unusual. Lucian left all the lights off besides the one in your bedroom when you weren’t home. He didn’t want to make the light bill go up…

Lucian wasn’t there anymore, though. So you didn’t expect your bedroom light to be on when you walked in…

Not only was the light on, but on your bed was the one person you wanted to see the most, and yet dreaded speaking with.

“Lucian? What are you doing here?”

He flinched when you used his full name. For most of your relationship, you called him Luci. “Don’t be angry, love, I just wanted to talk.”

Your heart thumped against your ribcage. He was here, his soft lilac colored hair tied back so you could get a good look at his face.

Lucian was even paler than he usually was, his golden eyes a bit puffy and red. Had he been crying?

“Not much to talk about…” you murmured, hanging up your coat. “You’re single again, so there’s no need to hold yourself back. Go talk to all the women you want.”

Lucian clutched his chest, as if your words had hurt his heart. “(Name)… please, don’t say that. You can’t just end things like this.”

“I already did, Lucian. You just don’t know how to take a hint.”

The incubus stood, his tail swaying in either annoyance or anxiety. “Please, before you kick me out… just allow me to talk. All I ask for is five minutes of your time…”

He reached out and held your hands in his, squeezing gently. A shiver went up your spine when his skin made contact with yours.

“2 minutes, alright?”

You didn’t miss the way he perked up when he noticed your flustered appearance, but he didn’t comment on it.

Lucian took a moment to compose himself before he began. “(Name)… I want to apologize. I hurt you and what I did, talking to that girl and teasing you… it was stupid.”

It took everything in you to keep your eyes on his face. You wanted to turn away and cry just from him mentioning what happened…

“…”

He sighed, his tail drooping. “Being apart from you… it’s been the hardest thing I’ve ever had to experience. I…”

His eyebrows knit together, tears threatening to spill from his watery yellow eyes. “I love you more than anything, I’d never cheat on you, ever. Flirting and trying to get you jealous… It was selfish of me to not even think about how that could hurt you. Not just this time, but every other time, too.”

The two of you were quiet for a moment. Lucian’s tail swayed nervously, his claws clicking together as he waited for your answer.

When you looked over his face, you noticed the dark circles under his eyes and the slight redness to them. It was clear he had been crying, and your husband wasn’t getting much sleep either.

In the past, he had always clung to you desperately when it was time for bed, nuzzling and cuddling into you. The sudden lack of your warmth during bedtime probably left him feeling cold and tired…

A rumble came from his belly, and he clutched his belly with a wince. That meant he hadn’t been with anyone while he was gone!

Your eyes widened at the realization. He had gone without sex, unable to eat or sleep without his wife near.

Your insecurities slowly started to melt away, the jealousy ling forgotten about. “… I forgive you, Luci.”

That broke the dam, and he couldn’t hold back his tears. Lucian sobbed as he spring forward, wrapping his arms around you. Kisses were left along your face and neck as he blubbered.

“Th-thank you… thank you so much, my love. God, I missed you…”

You simply hugged him back, playing with his long black hair. He was starving, and you missed him too, so you smiled when his tail moved up your skirt and pressed against your panties.

He bit down on your neck, growling lightly. Lucian needed to fuck you, he hadn’t eaten in a week at this point.

It didn’t take long for him to lift you into his arms and carry you to bed. Some hot make up sex would do both of you some good.

“I love you more than anything…” he said between kisses, his tail rubbing against your wet panties. “You’re the only one I want to make love to, the only one I feel anything for…”

That was truly an honor. Incubi and succubi were incredibly careful with who they chose to become mates with.

Once mated with someone, they could no longer gain sustenance from other people, and were tied to them for the rest of their partner’s life.

Lucian’s tail slipped past the damp fabric and began rubbing against your clit, his tongue tangling with yours. He was desperate for you, his cock already leaking precum onto your belly.

“Beautiful…” he cooed, squishy your plump hips and soft tummy. “Don’t you ever doubt that, love. I chose you…”

You let out a breathy moan as his mouth latched onto your nipple, suckling eagerly as his tail pushed into your needy cunt. It wriggled around inside of you, making you cry out in pleasure.

“L-Luci!”

He placed his hand over your womb, smiling down at you as a womb tattoo was placed there. It was one of his powers as an incubus.

You had played around with them before, but the effect began immediately.

“This one enhances your pleasure and makes you more fertile…”

Lucian nuzzled his face against your neck, the slight movement causing you to cum around his tail. “That’s my girl, I’m gonna make it all up to you…”

He pulled his tail out, letting you suck on it and clean off your juices while he positioned his cock at your hole. It was clenching around nothing, and he was happy to know you were ready to be fucked.

“Shh, baby…”

He caressed your cheek as tears of pleasure fell from your eyes. “That's it, let me take care of you… it feels good, doesn’t it?”

Lucian moved his hips slowly, fucking into you just enough to relieve some of the pressure building in your belly, but not enough to completely satisfy you just yet.

“Mmm, you look so cute when you’re all needy…”

Usually, he’d tease you for a good bit, but today he wanted to focus entirely on your pleasure.

His hands gripped your plump hips, squeezing lightly. You were so damn soft and warm, it made him want to cum inside you and give you the baby you had been asking for.

You came around his cock several times, and all he needed to do for your walls to tighten up for another orgasm was gently flick your perky buds.

The womb tattoo made you extra sensitive, every touch and caress made you cum, and you were getting overstimulated, fast!

“F-fuck, sweetheart… so tight, you’re squeezing me like crazy.”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, bringing him in for a kiss as he came inside of you.

The night was full of lots of creampies and lovemaking. By the end of it, his hunger was satiated and you were full of cum.

“You’re really ready for a baby..?” you asked, tracing circles into his naked chest.

“Mhm… I am now.”

All he knew is that he didn’t want to play around and tease you anymore, you were everything to him. If you wanted a baby, so did he.

So the two of you went at it again the next night. You walked in to see Lucian in his favorite set of lacy lingerie, waiting for you on the silk sheets as if presenting himself to you like a gift.

“Let’s try again, love. I missed you while you were at work…”

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[heart-of-the-morningstar]

✨Lucifer Morningstar NSFW Headcanons✨

Sub/Switch and you know I'm right! He loves when you call the shots

In a more dominant role, he's extremely gentle, makes sure you're okay throughout

Kissing is a must with him, he loves the feeling of your lips! Your make out sessions could go on for a while

He explores your body with his hands as much as he can, touching every single inch of you. He loves your thighs and stomach the most, but he can never resist groping your tits and burying his face in them

It's extremely important to both of you that you're having fun and laughing, you love being silly together when doing the deed <3

Loves pet names!! For you, it's "(my) love", "sweetheart", "duckling", and "angel". For him, he likes to be called "baby", "good boy", and "Luci"

Loves marking you as his, be it hickies or gentle scratches, he loves knowing you're his (bites down on your neck and shoulder A LOT)

EXTREMELY SENSITIVE, this man gets hard from the slightest of touches! He gets embarrassed but you love it!

Around a 7-7.5 inch cock when hard, normal girth but veiny!

WILL EAT YOU OUT FOR HOURS!! I'm talking non-stop cunnilingus, he loves the taste of you and he loves you bringing you to multiple orgasms! Your moans turn him on to an unhealthy degree

Definitely more of a giver but will never turn down a blowjob from you, he gets SUPER red in the face when you look up at him while you suck him off

He's not extremely kinky but is willing to try most things at least once if you bring it up!

When subbing, he loves to watch you bounce on his cock, using him as you please.

Even with his sensitivity, he loves being edged, not being allowed to cum until you say so. He thrives on being brought to the edge only for you to stop moving and have him beg for you to let him cum (his whimpers are EVERYTHING)

He's very vocal! No just with his moans and whimpers, but he loves talking to you in the heat of the moment, king of whispering sweet nothings; "you feel so good, my angel", "my little duckling"

Pegging!!! He's scared to admit at first, but when he opens up about it, you're more than happy to oblige

Always has you cum first, making you feel good is the most important thing to him

When he thrusts into you, it always starts at a slow and gentle pace, only picking up speed when he's close to an orgasm

You always know when he's about to cum, he scrunches his face real tight and his breathing becomes very labored, your name is the only thing he can say

CREAMPIES BABY, all day every day, absolutely loves cumming inside you! He thinks it's super hot when you swallow his cum too

He has a very high sex drive when it comes to you, you could have multiple rounds a day and he's still want more of you!

Aftercare is everything! Cuddles are his favorite, he could be the big spoon or little spoon, depending on how he feels

He loves wrapping his arms around you and holding you close, peppering kisses on the back of your neck and shoulder, NEEDS to hold your hand and interlock your fingers

But he also loves being held, especially after subbing, he needs a lot of reassurance, he adores when you tell him how much you love him and care for him

Falling asleep in each other's arms is his own version of heaven <3

[bluewolfangel01]

-The way to a demon's true form is cuddles-

When comfortable and very relaxed, and mainly alone with mc/you, the demon brothers shift into their demon forms, on purpose or not, and you can't change my mind about that

I imagine when cuddling or sleeping with Levi or Belphie and they'll let their demon forms out, they'll curl up slightly and wrap their tail around you

Levi's tail will wrap his tail mostly around the legs and arms, and maybe if he's a bit more needy then normal, around the torso

Belphie's tail will wrap around any and everywhere, he'll even let you use the fluffy bit of his tail as a pillow or cuddle buddy sometimes the tail will even move on its own to be held by you but Belphie will never admit it

Sadly Satan's tail is too sharp to be allowed to be cuddle with, unless precautions are taken, but if there's a nice plush blanket wrapped around you or his tail then it can be cuddled with

When cuddling or sleeping with Mammon or Lucifer and their demon forms make an appearance, they tend to wrap their wings and arm(s) around you

Mammon being the clingy boy he is, likes to fully wrap both of his arms and both of his wings around you, he requires to be held or doing the holding there is no other way (unless you just don't care to have demon form cuddles)

Lucifer is okay with almost any cuddling position (he's a bit iffy if you want to be big spoon though) he's happy as long as he's holding you to some capacity, although his two favorite ones are where he is big spoon and he'll wrap his wings and arms around you or the other where he'll hold you with an arm and 2 of his wings

Although Asmo and Beel both have wings their wings are not as sturdy and a tad more delicate then Luci's or Mam's are which sadly means theres a slight risk if their wings are laid on, but that doesn't stop demon form wing cuddles

Idk why but I feel like Asmo probably has the weakest wings so he can't just wrap em around you while sleeping to make sure they dont get crushed, but he does like holding your hand and laying his wings on top of you while laying on his stomach if his demon form does decide to show itself

Although Beel's wings are stronger then Asmo's, he still has insect wings, so he can only lay them on top of you sadly, but when he's really happy/comfy, which mainly happens when he's holding you in his arms, his wings will make buzzing sounds

[enwoso]

Could you write something maybe about Lucy Bronze having a younger sister that plays for Arsenal and she’s been dating Katie McCabe for a while but hasn’t told Lucy because she’s very overprotective and because of Lucy and Katie’s unspoken “rivalry” . Then at lionesses camp Lucy finds out by accident and they are playing Ireland next so the match is all a bit of chaos but the it all turns out fine and Katie and Lucy both just tease reader together?

Your work is amazing by the way!!

game of hearts | katie mccabe x bronze!reader

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"i'm really gonna miss ya" katie spoke softly as the two of you soaked up your last morning together before you both went off on international camp.

you wrapped up in the warmth of katie's arms as every so often she peppered kisses along your collarbone, your eyes still closed as you hummed along to her words every so often to show you were listening.

"babe, i'll see you in four days" you rasped out as you moved slightly to turning so that you were facing the irish women as you could feel her chest rise up and down as you lay on it.

the two of you due to play each other in the upcoming fixtures, england travelling to ireland for the game. you being a little upset having to play against your girlfriend but it was only for 90' and then you could go back to being in your little love bubble.

"still- am i not allowed to miss my gorgeous, funny, beautiful, sexy girlfriend?" katie said with a her signature grin on her face as you opened your eyes, staring right back at the girl.

"your such a sap-" you whispered as she placed a kiss to your cheek, playfully rolling her eyes at your comment.

"yeah but only for you, and plus you love it little bronze" katie teased as now it was your turn to roll your eyes as she knew how much the nickname wound you up, lucy of course being the one who so proudly began the trend of calling you by that it was now something majority called you at international camps as well as by some of the girls at club level.

"oh actually" you paused for a second to let out a yawn, as katie moved a strand of hair from the side of your face tucking it behind your ear.

"please can we knock it down a level when it comes to my sister when we play against each other on tuesday" you pleaded, as a small glint in your eyes as you tried to convince the girl knowing the chaos which occurs in the league when the two come face to face.

you know it's just what happens when two very passionate players bump heads but you heard both versions of the story and adding fuel to that fire by telling your older sister that you were dating her arch nemesis may not go very well with a tray of cakes and a nice chat to say the least.

a sigh left katie's lips she understood why you were asking cause at the end of the day lucy was your older sister — someone you looked up to dearly and someone who protected you at all costs and she herself would do anything for any one of her sisters but katie also had a goal and that was to win.

"baby, i love ya but that's like askin' me to wear a tottenham shirt" katie grimaced at the thought of that even happening, it sending a slight shiver down your own spine.

—

being lucy's younger sister definitely came with its perks, like when lucy was first making her debuts you got to meet all the cool footballing idols you watched growing up and to be totally honest you were still able to do it now.

but on the other hand, she was still your sister. fiercely protective, sometimes too protective, and of course you always had your disagreements as well as the fact lucy knew all the ways to get under your skin. she was the typical big sister.

but when it came to football? she always had an opinion. especially when it involved arsenal and a certain player from there too. which just of course happened to be your girlfriend — katie.

the two of you had been together for just over seven months. you were keeping things quiet, it was a secret by no means you just hadn't exactly admitted to being in a relationship with the irish girl.

and as for your excuse for not telling lucy, well it just had never came up in a conversation.

so as camp rolled around and the upcoming friendly against ireland loomed in the next few days, you knew you had to be careful. but keeping secrets while sharing the same pitch as your sister, that was proving to be harder than you thought.

as you sat with a few teammates in the lounge area, scrolling through your phone and trying to mind your own business as lucy strode in.

her arrival as always was impossible to ignore, her energy filling the space effortlessly and her voice carried above the casual chatter.

"oi, y/n" lucy called out, waving something on her phone in the air a slight mischievous glint in her eye, "what's this, then?"

you glanced up, already dreading whatever was coming, knowing she loved to find some thing to take the mick out of you for.

lucy flopped down next to you as she thrusted her phone into your hands. it was a video posted by katie, to her story captioned 'reminiscing🩷', reliving a moment from a festival she'd gone to in the summer, you recognising it immediately as you were there two.

"i.. what am i looking at?"

"just wait"

just as the words left lucy's lips, the video flipped as the camera had been turned to face katie and that when your eyes went a little wider and your cheeks definitely went a little redder.

there was you, your arms wrapped around her waist as you head rested on her shoulder a lovesick smile on your face as you sung along to the music as katie had a massive smile on her face.

lucy squinted at you as you lowered her phone keeping it still in your hands, as her brow furrowed. "care to explain why you're looking at katie mccabe like she's just won you the world cup?"

your stomach lurched, you were usually so careful but this was clear as day as you scrambled to downplay it. "come on luce, you know we're close at club level your just being dramatic. we're just teammates"

lucy tilted her head, clearly not convinced, "a teammate thing?" she repeated, her voice dripping with skepticism. "that's not the ‘teammate' look. that's the 'i fancy you' look"

you opened your mouth to try and protest but nothing came out. your brain working overtime trying to figure out how to talk your way out of this when leah wandered into the room.

spotting lucy's phones in your hand, glancing at your panicked face and grinned knowingly. "oh has she found out then?" leah said, leaning casually against the doorframe, "took you long enough!"

lucy's eyes darted between you and leah, "found out what?"

"leah, shut up" you hissed shooting her a warning glare.

leah just completely ignoring you as she continued, "about katie, it's not exactly a secret anymore y/n. everyone with eyes can see there something going on between the two of you and i don't mean by just watching that small video on instagram-"

lucy's expression shifted from teasing to something more serious, as she leaned back slightly her arms crossed. "wait you and katie? that's.. actually a thing. i though they were just silly tiktok rumours?"

you hesitated, fiddling nervously with the hem of your hoodie. "yeah" you admitted not daring to look at your sisters gaze. "it's been a while, i didn't tell you because well — i didn't want to make thing weird. you and katie don't exactly.. get along"

lucy stared at you for a long moment, her expression unreadable before she let out a sigh, the tension in her shoulders easing. "weird? y/n i know i might be protective but i'm not a monster and that's just match banter. if she makes you happy then that's all that matters."

you blinked, slightly surprised at her sudden acceptance, "really, your okay with it?"

lucy smirked as she nodded, "yeah, but don't think i'm going easy on her when we play against ireland. she's still getting crunched in the tackles-"

you let out a small groan, "lucy!" as a chorus of laughter came from your sister, "i'm kidding.. well maybe." she whispered at the end but you still heard.

you laughed along, the weight suddenly lifting from your chest, as leah who had been watching the entire exchange with an amused grin, chimed in clapping her two hands together, "well that went better than expected!"

lucy raised an eyebrow at her, "don't think you're off the hook either williamson, if you knew and didn't tell me, your just as bad as her!"

leah held up her hands in mock surrender, "hey i figured it out myself, and plus it ain't my business and it was way more fun watchin' y/n squirm!"

you groaned as you buried your face in your hands as lucy and leah shared a laugh at your expense. but despite their teasing you couldn't help but feel relieved.

—

the match had ended in ireland, and the tensions from the ninety minute game between the players had melted away into the usual camaraderie of the post game routine.

players from both teams chatting, swapping shirts and taking photo as they celebrated another memorable clash as england had won, securing there space in the euros in switzerland.

katie and lucy were stood near the center circle, locking into a playful debate. from a distance you could see katie gesturing animatedly whilst lucy stood with her arms crossed, her signature smirk firmly on her lips.

curiosity and a little apprehension pulled you towards them, "what's going on here?" you as as you approached.

"oh just discussing which side of london is superior" katie said with a cheeky grin, titling her head slightly towards lucy. "you know london is better red, i'm sure you agree"

lucy scoffed, rolling her eyes, "please mccabe, london is blue on a whole different level."

"yeah yeah," katie said with a dramatic wave of her hand, "you guys are ok, i'll give you that but people who have a good sense of football know which is the better side of london"

lucy smirked, leaning forward slightly. "shame you picked the wrong side of it then."

katie gasped, clutching her chest in mock horror, "the wrong side? you mean the side which had trophies and the history to back it up?"

you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose knowing the two of them well enough to know neither of them were going to back down, "you two realise you're both ridiculous, right?"

ignoring you, katie pulled her phone out of her pocket. "we should document this moment, don't you think" she waved lucy closer, "cmon bronze, let's get a picture. and maybe one day you'll see the light and come to the proper side of london"

lucy rolled her eyes but stepped in next to katie, you stood awkwardly nearby as katie held out her phone for a selfie the pair throwing exaggerated smiles.

right as the photo snapped, katie nudged lucy with her elbow and said, "awe that's a cute photo to. shame you play for the wrong side of london."

lucy snorted, glancing at the photo, "your lucky i don't delete this right now."

katie grinned, "it's fine, just caption it: 'the day bronze met greatness!'"

lucy laughed, shaking her head, "greatness? that's rich coming from someone who can't even make it past the quarterfinals in the champions league-"

katie gasped, turning to you, "babe you better defend me and the club now or i'm tellin' everyone you still steal my hoodies!"

you threw your hands up in exasperation a small laugh coming from your lips, "oh no don't drag me into this. you both know where my loyalty's lie."

"your sisters impossible, you know that? she doesn't appreciate brilliance." katie leaned against you dramatically sighing.

lucy raised an eyebrow, clearly enjoying herself, "brilliance? that's what they call it these days?"

katie tolled her eyes playfully as you just laughed, following the two of them as they both started to walk towards the tunnel. along with other players starting to make their way of the pitch.

katie had that familiar glint in her eye, the one that softened your heart no matter how chaotic the game had been.

"i'm goin' to go catch up the ma team," katie said as she reached out to tuck a loose strand of your hair behind you ear.

her touch was gentle and calm unlike her totally opposite persona on the field. a smile lingering on your face despite the lingering adrenaline from the match.

she leaned in, pressing a quick but soft kiss to your lips as she whispered, "i love you."

you heart swelled as you whispered it back, "i love you, too"

katie turned as she waved to your older sister as she star tee d to walk away, "see you soon bronze! don't miss me too much!"

lucy just shook her head muttering something under her breath as katie disappeared towards the irish team.

"what was that?" you asked an eyebrow raising as you turned to her.

lucy huffed, crossing her arms, "i said i don't think i’ll ever get used to that."

you laughed nudging your older sisters shoulder playfully, "you'll have to she's not going anywhere luce!"

katie fully disappearing in the tunnel as she turned a corner as lucy tuned to you with a grin, but it wasn't the usually teasing one.

"i like her." she said pausing for effect, "but she's still completely wrong about london."

you laughed shaking your head, "i don't think she's ever going to stop trying to convince you and it's two against one. london is red."

"your both wrong.." lucy said with a smirk, "but besides that i think she's good for you." you smiled softly "thanks, luce."

lucy clapped you on the shoulder, her usual teasing grin returning. "now come on. let's go find some post-match food before mccabe comes back and starts another argument."

you laughed, following her into the tunnel, you couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of relief. katie and lucy might still have their friendly battles, but they were your battles now, filled with teasing and love from the two most important people in your life.

[wosospacegirl]

I've got you - Grace Clinton

Summary: Grace and Y/n have a fight before English Camp, and now they have to find a way to make it right

Word count: 1.3k

a/n: angst with a happy ending.

This is part of my 1k commemoration blurb! <3

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It had been four days. 

Four days since the argument. Four days since Grace walked out of Y/n’s flat with her jaw tight and her eyes flashing

Four days of cold shoulders and awkward silences at the England camp, of avoiding eye contact across the dining hall, of teammates whispering because everyone could feel the tension.

It had started over something small—a missed call that turned into a late reply, which then escalated into Grace snapping, “Maybe I’m just not your priority anymore.” 

And that was it. Grace had raised her voice for the first time, and Y/n had gone quiet, the hurt blooming in her chest. Neither of them had spoken since.

It had happened before they were called up for the squad, and so, everyone noticed that something wasn’t quite right between them. 

Y/n and Grace weren’t ones for public affection, but they were incredibly close, and it was obvious to everyone that something had shifted between them

On the first day of camp, Y/n pretended she was fine. She smiled through team meals, trained like nothing was wrong, and laughed at Millie’s stupid jokes. 

But Grace’s absence hit her like a slow, bruising ache. Grace was there at camp, of course, but they didn’t share a room like they always did. 

They didn’t have breakfast together anymore. 

They didn’t walk around the city after training like they used to. 

But even still, Grace was everywhere. Always close, but never quite with her. Same warm-ups, same squad, same locker room—but she never looked directly at Y/n. Never said her name.

At night, Y/n stared at the ceiling of her room, and the phone clutched in her hand, always waiting for a message that never came. And she wasn’t going to be the one to say sorry first, absolutely not.

Beside her, Jess Park let out a loud snore, and Y/n sighed. Of course, her new roommate had to snore. 

As if things weren’t miserable enough already. She rolled onto her side, tucking the phone under her pillow like maybe that would make it buzz. 

It didn’t.

But every time Grace walked past without a glance, it was hell.

Y/n and Grace had never fought like that, they were together for a year now, they only had to deal with minor arguments, but they never latest more than a day

But now? It was bad, they were hurting each other, and none of them had the courage to do something about it. 

By the time match day rolled around—a closed‑door friendly at St. George’s, Y/n and Grace had barely exchanged a glance, each pretending the other didn’t exist as they paired off with different teammates during warm‑ups

Y/n was trapped in her own head; the emotional turmoil raged through her every time the ball came near, and she simply couldn’t keep her focus.

Leah barked at her to get her head back in the game after another wayward pass, and Lucy offered a sympathetic tap on the back when her miscued touch gifted Germany possession. 

It was one of the worst performances of Y/n’s career: every misplaced pass, every heavy first touch, every fraction of a second too slow piled up like lead in her chest. 

And deep down, she knew exactly who to blame—herself, for allowing her personal pain to spill onto the pitch. The emotional turmoil with Grace had taken root deep in her bones, and now it was choking out every instinct she had as a player.

And then it happene

It wasn’t even a big moment. A corner. A simple set piece. She stepped up, took a breath, and swung her leg, only to send the ball sailing awkwardly off her foot. A wasted opportunity. 

The kind of mistake that usually passed without consequence, but today, it tipped her over the edge, and she was subbed off.

Sarina’s voice came shortly after, calm but concerned. “Sit down, kid. Get some water, yeah?”

Her chest was heaving. Her hands shook as she reached for a water bottle, but she didn’t even unscrew the cap.

Y/n nodded, blinking fast, already feeling the sting behind her eyes.

She jogged off, boots dragging, and slumped onto the bench. 

And then the tears came. Hot. Sharp. Relentless.

The way Grace hadn’t looked at her in four days. The ache of sleeping in a bed alone when she was used to Grace’s arms around her. The weight of pretending everything was fine while feeling like she was slowly cracking in half.

She didn’t even understand why she was crying. It wasn’t just the missed corner. It wasn’t just the game. It was everything.

The silence. 

She curled forward, elbows on her knees, hands over her face, trying to muffle the sounds. Her shoulders shook with each breath, each broken sob slipping out despite her best effort to stay composed.

“Hey, came Jess Park’s soft voice beside her. “It’s okay. We all have those days, yeah?”

Y/n didn’t look up. She couldn’t. The embarrassment burned too bright beneath her skin, shame curling in her stomach like smoke.

She vaguely registered Maya’s voice saying something motivational, but it faded into the background. None of it mattered. 

After the final whistle, Y/n was the first to leave the pitch, slipping away toward the locker room while the others lingered to celebrate. 

It was a closed‑door friendly, so she didn’t have to plaster on a smile or answer post‑match pleasantries—thankfully, no one saw the tracks of tears still glistening on her cheeks.

She was halfway through peeling off her jersey when the soft echo of boots on concrete made her look up. 

There, framed in the dim corridor light, stood Grace—her brow creased with worry, hands half‑raised as if not sure whether to reach for Y/n or step back.

“Hey,” Grace said, her voice quiet and hesitant. “The others told me you were upset. I couldn’t see you from the pitch… what happened?”

Y/n froze. 

F or a long moment, they simply stared at each other. 

She inhaled, voice trembling: “You’ve been ignoring me.”

Grace’s eyes searched Y/n’s face for a clue, and Y/n scrabbled for words that wouldn’t betray how raw she still felt.

She could have confessed to the ankle pain, the dizziness from the heat, how every misplayed pass echoed her own tangled emotions, but none of that mattered right now

Grace took a slow step forward. “I’m so sorry, love. I was angry—” Her throat caught. “You were angry, too. I didn’t know if talking would help or only make things worse.”

Y/n’s heart clenched. “You left my flat that night,” she whispered, voice cracking. “You walked out… then acted like I didn’t exist.”

G race’s lips quivered. “I was hurt,” she admitted, gaze downcast, “but I never—” She closed her eyes, then looked back up. “I never stopped caring. I’ve missed you so much.”

A soft, broken noise escaped Y/n’s lips. Grace closed the last inches between them, cradling Y/n’s face, brushing away her tears with gentle fingertips. “I love you,” she murmured. “I’m so sorry.”

Y/n leaned into those hands, pressing her forehead to Grace’s. The world shrank to the warmth of her voice. “I’m sorry, too,” she whispered. “I never should have let it go this far.”

Grace nodded, relief and resolve shining in her eyes. “Next time, we'll talk. No more silence. No more walking away.”

They stayed like that for a moment—two halves mending—until Y/n pulled back to study Grace’s face, still wet with tears. 

“Still mad at me?” Grace asked softly, offering a shy, hopeful smile.

Y/n let out a breathy laugh. “A little,” she admitted, “you did disappear in the middle of the night.”

Grace grinned, eyes alight. “Fair enough.”

And then, without another word, Y/n slipped her arms around Grace’s waist and held on tight—finally home.

Grace kissed her temple, then her cheek, slow and soft. “I’ve got you

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[yandere-sins]

How'd you think Yandere luci and Yandere Mammon would deal with a S/O who's hiding the fact they're a virgin and is always trying to avoid intercourse by excuses like pretending to be asleep etc because they don't want to lose their virginity to them? (ALSO BTW, I LOVE YOUR WORK. like your work is super amazing and detailed <3 best yan writer)

Thank you for reading my writing!! I am so glad you enjoy it ^-^

And thank you for requesting! ♥

Warning: Yandere, Sexual Content

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Lucifer

♡ As if he doesn't know. You might be able to fool another human, and maybe someone as dense as Mammon, but you can't fool Lucifer. He had already noticed you shying away from his touch, the goosebumps and sudden tension that would go through you every time he touched you (rather innocently even). It's like you expected something to happen and are unsure how to react. Maybe you don't want it, perhaps you do, but your signals aren't very clear, and that makes him suspect you.

♡ He could blame it on some form of trauma that he doesn't know about, but he'd expect your reactions to be a bit more violent or fueled by rejection if that was the case. Instead, they are bashful and tense, with a taste of sweetness and innocence that Lucifer quite likes. And he caught Asmo giving you a knowing look once while you seemed even more hesitant to approach the 5th oldest brother; you made it much too easy for Lucifer to figure out what kind of game you were playing.

♡ So, he'll play along for a while since it's now in his control. You might not be a well-aged drop of lust yet, but delaying the inevitable is going to do you both well. Riling you up, getting you to let down your guard, and leaving you hot and bothered will benefit Lucifer greatly. Seeing your walls crumble will be enough to satisfy him for a while, so he won't have to put his hands on you prematurely. You may simmer on the knowledge that he'll take your virginity at some point, be sensitive, and get confused at times over his actions. Maybe even fantasize what it'll be like. Will he be rough? Gentle? Ease you into it or brutal steal your innocence like he did with your freedom? Letting your thoughts and desires run wild, no matter how much you want to deny them, will almost guarantee that once you are ready, you'll be at a point where you'll crawl to him, begging for release. And Lucifer likes that idea very much.

♡ Things he'll do to chip away at your defense include but aren't limited to spooning up against you at night, his cock perfectly pressed against your body but not grinding against you. Just letting you know it's there and ready for you and allowing you to get used to it but never letting you scoot away. The same is true with his hand placement at night, his palm at your lower abdomen, just resting there, and his fingertips slipping beneath your clothes to leave feathery trails of allurement. So close yet far enough away, teasing, playful, promising. The warmth it emits seeping into your body, heating you up, only for him to retract and leaving you hanging. Sometimes, his fingers will play with your clothes, letting you know just how agile they are. Your mind will do the rest as you can imagine the chaos and pleasure they can leave in their wake. He wears human pheromones suited to your taste, and he'll flirt with you, complimenting you even when you feel vulnerable, letting you know how receptive he is to taking the next step. It's only a matter of time until you cave, but Lucifer will do everything to make it the hardest few days of your life.

Mammon

♡ Mammon is indeed a little dense. He might feel a bit off-put if you reject his advances repeatedly, but he doesn't see anything wrong with it the first few times. There is absolutely no subtlety in his advances, his kisses bordering on orgasm-territory already when he's in the mood, his hands greedy as is fitting for his title. You might be forced into these affections, but even you can't help but squirm beneath him. It only gives him more incentive to take it up a notch when he's just so passionate, your lips constantly bruised, and your neck marked by his teeth.

♡ So it becomes very frustrating and confusing for him when you kick and scream the moment he gets a bit more intimate. He'd like to respect your choice despite him not giving you one when it comes to whether or not you'll be with him for the rest of your life. Mammon likes to think he's gracious like that. But he thought you two were on the right path to taking the next step, yet you keep rejecting him. To be fair, he's been very clear that he wants you for a long time: Grinding against you, fondling your body even though he should be concentrating on other things. You've caught him jerking off next to you, moaning your name quite a few times even though you pretended to be asleep. And if that isn't clear enough, he's been nagging and sometimes even begging on his knees for you to give him some of that sweet body of yours to fuck. You've rejected him all the same, so for Mammon, it hints at something being seriously wrong, but he can't quite figure it out himself.

♡ It takes some... advice from more experienced individuals for him to come to a conclusion. Levi thinks perhaps he smells bad, Satan questions why anyone would want to be with Mammon in the first place, and Beel asks if maybe you're too hungry for any of that stuff and if Mammon fed you properly. But hey, at least Asmo is useful, hinting at the possibility of you feeling... insecure. Maybe you're too "inexperienced" (Mammon vehemently denies the possibility of you being a virgin, cause duh, look at you! Stunning, gorgeous, and he will totally kill anyone who touched you before him, but clearly, with how seductive and sexy you are, he can't possibily your first). So Mammon deducts Asmo is right; you're just nervous because you'll be with a great guy like Mammon!

♡ Worry not; he decides to show you the ropes! ... Literally. You might stutter and reject his ideas of getting close and personal, but Asmodeus had a handy bag of goodies for Mammon before he left. Even though Mammon is at his limit, he tries to keep it together for you, tying you up and making you watch him jerk off, reciting all the things he wants to do to you, how he'll do it, and showing you how insane you are driving him. There won't be any more nights to hide away after that, as Mammon will demonstrate to you exactly how worthy you are to lay with him. But at least he'll ease you into it, that's something, right? You'll get the full 7 hells of orgasms from his mouth to fingers to toys. Forcing you to rely on him as he takes away your senses, like sight, and the freedom to move as you please. By the time he finally gets to wet his cock on you, you'll be already too well-fucked to care, and if that isn't devotion, what is?

[alchemistc]

both your hands in the holes of my sweater

It starts innocently enough. There's a chill in the air, a crisp and cool morning where neither of them have anything in particular to do, and when Evan plates up two decadent looking omelettes and suggests they eat them out on Tommy's patio Tommy can't think of a single reason why they shouldn't. The pergola is actually fully built, now, wisteria just beginning to creep across the lattice, the Adirondack chairs that have been sitting at the fence line for six months have been sprayed down and placed catty corner to the table with a built in fire pit Tommy had spent months staring at before allowing himself the indulgent purchase.

They're outside for five minutes before Tommy notices how tight Evan's arms are to his body as he eats, how the hair on his arms is standing on end.

Tommy gives it five minutes.

Evan is pretending not to shiver by the time Tommy decides Evan is officially more stubborn than he is. He'd come just off work, in a tight tee and jeans, and it's been hot as shit for weeks and he'd stopped bringing an overnight bag basically immediately when Tommy cleared out a drawer for him, so he doesn't have a jacket here.

"Evan," Tommy admonishes, after Evan's teeth clack together. "The omelettes are amazing, please go grab a jacket before you vibrate right off your seat."

He looks like he might protest, but after a careful moment where Tommy stares him down, he nods, stands - gives in and rubs his hands over his forearms as he books it back through the sliding glass door. Tommy spends the time waiting scrolling the same website he'd gotten what Evan has dubbed his "old-man robe" - he gets all the way through to choosing a cornflower blue one for his cart before Evan returns, snug as hell in one of the cardigans Tommy hasn't pulled from the back of his closet in at least a few years.

And there's something to that, actually. Tommy's dated around plenty - still remembers the way his first girlfriend had blushed beet red the first time he hooked her by her elbow to drop his letterman over her shoulders and how he'd wondered if there was something broken in him that seeing his name sprawled across her back didn't do shit for him. Still remembers the first guy who'd wrinkled his nose at Tommy's Carhartt and flannel, always half a step from dragging him into some high end shop for something Tommy absolutely knew they didn't carry with shoulders wide enough to fit him. Remembers the only other guy he'd dated who came close to matching him for size, and how he'd owned a grand total of three jackets that were tailored at the waist in a way that would have made it impossible for Tommy to close them.

So it's a first - Evan's style is changing, muteable, seems to hinge on his mood and his plans and the position of the stars in the night sky, but Tommy's never seen him in a cardigan. Give him some glasses and a collar under that shirt and...

Evan catches him staring and his grin goes wide, tongue pressing against the backs of his teeth in a way that promises at least one of them is getting a blowjob after breakfast.

---

Tommy winces against the sting as the tequila warms his throat and actually does a double take when Lucy wolf-whistles right in his ear. An hour ago, Tommy had been nursing his one beer and waiting for the text from Evan that he was leaving the firehouse, but a rollover on the 401 had run his shift long and somewhere between Evan's profuse apologies and Donato sidling up to him with a pool cue he'd agreed to shots. Date night was a wash, anyway, and Evan had seemed happy with the idea of meeting Tommy and his coworkers at the bar, and Donato was sneaky about her shots.

Tommy's - warm. Glad he'd ordered them both burgers once he got a text that Evan was on his way. Tommy is absolutely not going to make a fool of himself when he catches sight of Evan and feels the hinge of his jaw go loose.

Evan grins at him and waves at Lucy as he slides into Tommy's space. "Hi," he says, and Tommy knows he's a fucking dork but he's usually a smooth dork. Tommy's fingers drift over the pocket of his fucking flannel, dart over the rolled up shirtsleeves and the bulge of muscle stretching the seams at the shoulders and - "Nice shirts, Buckley," Donato snarks, already sliding a tequila shot past Tommy.

He's wearing one of Tommy's Henley's underneath, too. The fucker.

Evan looks a little bashful as he admits that he'd maybe gone a little too dressy for date night, and Tommy's place was closer.

Tommy knows for a fact Evan has a whole drawer of casual wear at Tommy's, but he doesn't call him on it, because this is doing something for him.

Their waitress is dropping off their burgers at the table in the corner, and Donato has already wandered off, so Tommy snags one of Evan's belt loops to tug him in, to press his lips to the bow of Evan's lip, to inhale Evan's pleased sigh. "If you catch up to me in drinks before we finish those burgers I might be convinced to let Donato mack on you again."

Evan swats his ass as he dances away, but Tommy can hear him adding a beer to Tommy's tab as he makes his way back to the pool tables.

---

Donato spends a month calling Evan "Tommy Too" around the station and Tommy's too smitten to care when half the crew picks it up.

It makes the next time Evan runs into the 217 on a call a little awkward, but Evan takes it in stride.

"No offense to the whole carpenter mechanic vibe you have going, but it's not even my style," Evan tells him, in the midst of explaining that he can't actually explain why he's constantly pilfering Tommy's shirts, jackets, and on one memorable occasion a pair of grey sweats that hadn't even made it past the bedroom door.

"It's - you can just say blue collar, Evan." The whole conversation had started when Tommy realized he was missing four different flannels and one of his tan jackets to boot. "It's fine, just - maybe stop hoarding them at your place, please? I'm running out of clothes to wear."

"We could go shopping," Evan says, with a gleam in his eye, and Tommy thinks of the party supplies debacle last month.

"No. Never again. You're a goddamn tyrant." He eases the words with a nudge of his shoulder against Evan's, and Evan grins back. He'd been mulish as hell about which balloons to get and what type of tape was allowed, and it had worked Tommy up so much they'd barely gotten through the door before Tommy was crowding him against a side table and reaching for his zipper.

One day they're gonna have an argument about trans fats in the freezer aisle of Ralph's and Tommy's gonna get a nationwide ban for public indecency.

Evan blinks away an expression before Tommy can parse it, but even though this is his first real foray into dating a clothes stealing fiend, he's heard the women in his life talk about the sentiment enough to sort of have an idea what it's all about. He takes a shot in the dark. "You can have one thing at your place at all times. Rotate them out if you want, but for the love of god don't make me go to work naked."

Evan's blink is a little less focused this time, which is absolutely Tommy's bad.

---

He doesn't really get it, is the thing. Until he does.

---

He's sulking. Tommy is absolutely sulking and he has no one to blame but himself.

"A whole wide world of fluke accidents and cursed injuries and you sprained your ankle on a basketball court," Eddie says, and they share a quick smirk between themselves at the memory of the last time they'd been to this particular urgent care.

He's got Evan's Jeep, and when Eddie gets him up into the back seat Tommy can feel the edges of his eyes getting heavy. It feels like barely a second has passed before Eddie's popping into the drivers seat

"These are good drugs," Tommy says, and then tosses the bag the pill bottle is in into the passenger seat. "Take them with you."

Eddie glances at him askance in the rearview, and Tommy's pretty sure he mumbles something vaguely coherent about addiction being a fucking genetic gift, but he's distracted by the shot of emerald green tucked into the back of the passenger seat pocket.

It smells like Evan, is the first thing he notices as he yanks it loose, and Eddie is most likely chuckling about Tommy pressing it to his face but there could also be a funny street sign. They'd gone to that brewery up in San Luis Obispo and when they'd left for the day trip it'd been chilly, but by the time they got there it'd been scorching.

Tommy spends a good ten minutes trying to figure out if he can separate the sandalwood body wash from the vanilla and vetiver cologne and then loses that train of thought when Eddie checks in. He's forced to remove the hoodie from his face with something vaguely approaching embarrassment, but Eddie just laughs. "You two are something else," he murmurs, and - it's a sentiment that's been repeated a million different times with a million different facial expressions but from Eddie, here in the quiet comfort of the Jeep, with NPR turned down low even though Eddie complains about it every fucking time he hops in to find Evan listening to it - here, it feels important.

That's probably the good drugs talking.

"I'm gonna marry that man," Tommy blurts, and Eddie doesn't do anything crazy like slam on the breaks or whip his head around. What he does do is catch Tommy's eye in the rearview and take stock of Tommy trying to stuff himself into the hoodie without unbuckling his seatbelt. He's probably gonna regret that, when the drugs wear off.

"He know that?" Eddie asks, and the edge he'd maybe expected is missing from Eddie's voice. He sounds - pleased, maybe. Knowing.

"I thought we had a hard rule about relationship talk."

Eddie hums. "You started it."

And he did, at that. Tommy isn't subtle at all about tipping his head to the side to nose at the hood of the sweatshirt. God, it's like rolling into Evan's pillow after he'd left for work.

"We've talked about it." He's aiming for casual, and it sucks that his vision isn't the best right now because he can't quite read the tilt of Eddie's brow.

Eddie makes it clear, though - a long, low whistle. "Kinda early for 'til death do us part."

"I woulda married him a month in, if he'd asked," Tommy admits, and - that's something he hadn't really planned to admit even if it's the truest thing he's ever said.

Eddie snorts. "A month after you ditched him halfway through a date?"

Tommy narrows his eyes. Tips his chin against the warming metal of the zipper where it rests against his chest. "There were extenuating circumstances."

"Like?"

"Like I was already way too invested and I didn't realize he didn't even know he was into men until I kissed him."

Eddie stews over that for the next however many blocks. Tommy tucks his thumbs into the sleeves of the hoodie and strokes them over the still downy-soft fleece lining the inside of the jacket.

"So what's the protocol with two dudes, anyway? You gotta ask each other's parents if they're cool with their sons no longer living in sin?"

Tommy snorts. "Your religious trauma is showing, jackass." He flicks a look at Eddie. "Besides, Phillip Buckley fucking loves me."

Evan had been more surprised by that than Tommy. Tommy's got a way - with fathers, with white collar men in their fifties and sixties, with - well he's got a way. They either secretly wanna fuck him or secretly wanna be him and Tommy knows how to lean into that. Without making it weird.

The rest of the drive is quiet. Eddie seems to be processing, though what, Tommy can only assume. He's got no clue what Evan tells Eddie about the two of them, unless Evan has mentioned it himself.

When he pulls into the drive, Evan's already pushing out the front door with a hand on his hip. He stills when he catches sight of the no doubt haphazardly thrown on jacket Tommy's wearing, and - yeah. Yep. He gets it now.

"I'm staying for dinner," Eddie says, with a finger aimed at Evan's face. "You get that look off your face."

Evan gestures, splutters. He's doing absolutely nothing to help Eddie guide him up the walk.

Five minutes later, when Tommy's settled in the couch with his leg elevated, Evan sends Eddie to the kitchen and spends a ridiculous amount of time fluffing pillows and gentling his hands over Tommy's legs - the good and the bad one.

Tommy's expecting a kiss, but all he actually gets when Evan draws near is an annoyed groan and a punched out sigh. "After Eddie leaves I'm gonna spend an hour telling you all the different shades of green in your eyes I've never noticed before."

Tommy grins dopily. Tugs at the hem of Evan's sweater - an old, old cable knit Tommy's surprised even fits the breadth of his shoulders when Tommy hasn't worn it since the aughts. "Eddie said no dirty talk," he admonishes, and Evan's grin as he drops his lips towards Tommy's is bright enough to power a city grid.

[wlwsoccerfics]

The Captain is whipped (LeahWilliamsonXWalshReader)

A/N: it's a bit short but sweet.

Warnings: none. Just some cuteness and fun. Might be a little suggestive in the end...

Summary: you and Leah are married and she Shows just how whipped she is.

You just finshed the first Team meeting at England Camp. Leah, your wife was the Captain of the lionesses. You were so proud of her. Now on your way to the lunch room. In the four years of you two being a couple, you haven't gotten her to be more adventurous when it came to her food choices but you wouldn't give up on this.

At Lunch you sat with Leah of course. But you also shared the table with Beth, Lucy, Keira, Millie B. & Mary.

"i have a serious question Y/n, since you are the cook at Home, are allowed to use any spices for Miss Williamson food? Since she is the Queen of plain food." Beth asked. You almost choked on a slice of Apple, laughing softly.

"answer that Babe and you gonna sleep in the Couch when we are back Home!" Leah stated.

"i plead the fifth!" You replied, hiding a smirk behind your hands, pretending to chew something.

"i hate all of you!" Leah said playfully. Everyone was laughing. But you pout on your puppy Dog eyes for Leah and she started melting right away.

"you don't hate me, right Baby?" You asked sweetly. Pretending to be sad. She took your hand in hers and then moved closer to you to kiss your cheek.

"No Baby, i don't hate you." She answered. Even though she knew you were joking. Leah couldn't stand the look you gave her.

"whipped." Lucy said softly.

"aren't you like that with Ona?" You challanged Lucy.

"busted, Bronze!" Millie B. replied. You chuckled softly.

"she got you there!" Leah answered.

"you both are whipped. Ona and Y/N got the puppy Dog eyes down." Mary stated. The Goalkeeper often texted with Ona so she knew all about the little adorable Things Lucy did for Ona. She also knew all about the adorable stuff Leah did for you. Like getting you flowers every Game day. Or buying your favorite Candy when you are on your period. She would even wake up in the middle of the night to go to the Gas station to get your favorite ice cream when you were sad.

"there is no denying it!" Beth said softly.

"okay guilty!" Leah stated.

"yeah guilty i guess!" Lucy answered with a soft sigh escaping her lips.

"aww, cute!" Keira stated. Keira was Not only Leahs best friend but also your sister.

"it is indeed cute!"you said. "I Love my wife very much. She is the best!" You told them.

"i Love you very much as well. In fact you are the one i Love the most!" Leah answered.

"okay that's too much, it makes me miss Viv even more." Beth replied and sighed softly.

"call her." You told Beth. You knew your best friend missed Beth as well. Yes ,Viv was your best friend.

"i will do that!" She said and got up, excusing herself from the group.

"sunshine, let's go too. I want some cuddles before practice in an hour." Leah let you know.

"cuddles it is!" You answered.

"y/n, is whipped too!" Your sister said.

"guilty!" You admitted.

"it's cute!" Millie B replied.

You walked to your shared Hotel room with Leah. Smiling from ear to ear. Your first England Camp as a married couple just hit different. You loved everything about it so far.

"Babe?" Leah asked. You looked at her.

"yes Love?" You stated. Smiling softly.

"do you think i am boring?" She wanted to know. You frowned softly.

"Le, my sweet love, you are not boring at all. Every day with you feels so exciting and you make me so happy. You are the best." You let her know.

"so just my food choices are a bit boring?" She asked.

"a little. But it's okay. Your food might be plain but you are Premium." You told her and pulled her in for a kiss. Then you went to your shared room to show her how much you Love her.

[thepremedthatwrites]

Possessive

Summary: Driven by jealousy, Edmund decides to remind you that he’s the only one worthy of calling you theirs.

warning: smut below the cut

I let out a laugh, placing my hand on the strong chest of the man. The music from the orchestra weaved between the words of our conversation as we danced across the floor. The ball had been Lucy’s idea. She had been wanting an excuse to dance all night long, and my arrival to Narnia had been the reason she was looking for.

Now, I was quietly thanking Lucy as the handsome man twirled me around before pulling me back into his strong arms. “I hope you are enjoying Narnia,” he said as we fell in step with everyone else around us.

“Thank you, Felix. I have found Narnia to be quite an enchanting world.”

“Most likely not as enchanting as you,” he said with a smile.

I smiled back, feeling warmth creep up my neck.

“Excuse me,” a voice called out. It was familiar yet laced with a subdued anger I had never heard before.

Felix and I both turned to see Edmund standing before us. He bowed and I smiled at the king. He had become a close confidant to me since I entered Narnia.

“Hello, Edmund,” I said.

He reached out his hand, looking only at me as he spoke. “May I steal her from you?”

It took Felix a moment to realize Edmund had been addressing him. Upon realization, he stuttered a quick yes, noticing the clenched jaw the king had. Without another word, Edmund whisked me away and towards one of the far corners.

“You know, I was quite enjoying myself with him,” I said, letting out a sigh.

“Oh please, I was just saving you from the boredom bound to come eventually.” His cheeks were a light pink, making me wonder if the crowded room was making him warm.

“When you’re that handsome, you can never be that boring.”

Edmund rolled his eyes at this. “He’s not that handsome. If anything, I would say he’s mediocre.”

“And since when did you care so much?” I asked, letting out a small chuckle. When I looked up to meet his eyes, there was no sense of playfulness. Instead, a wall of seriousness hit me at I locked eyes with him. My mouth fell open into a small “o” as I started to wonder if seeds of jealousy were being planted in his brain.

He seemed to notice this, clearing his throat before saying “It’s getting hot in here. I’m going to have to excuse myself for a moment.” He walked away from me, leaving the ballroom in hurried steps.

I watched for a moment, still relaying the thought of Edmund being jealous of me talking to another guy. It seemed preposterous. He had always been light hearted, never hinting at the thought of wanting anything more than friendship. Yet, the thought of him desiring me in any romantic way made my heart flutter. I had always found the young king attractive, yet the fear of him not feeling the same stopped me from ever allowing myself to desire more. But now, I found myself slowly following him out the ballroom and into the hallway where the cool night air blew in from a window nearby.

“Can I keep you company while you cool down?” I asked, offering a small smile.

“I thought you were too busy flirting,” he spat out. He focused on the floor in front of him instead of turning to me as he spoke, and his cheeks were turning into a deeper pink.

“Are you still on that?” I rolled my eyes as I walked closer to him. “Why do you even care?”

“Because he doesn’t deserve a slice of your attention. I watched him all night going from girl to girl, and you don’t deserve someone like that.”

“Then who do I deserve?” I asked. I felt the heat return to my neck and start to spread up to my cheeks.

Edmund turned to look at me. His lips were pressed in a thin line and his eyes bore into me. He first studied my lips that had been painted a deep red for the ball before focusing on my collar bones that peaked out from underneath the fabric of my dress and finally settling on my wide eyes watching him. “I don’t think anyone is good enough for you,” he finally said, keeping eye contact with me. “But I think that I might be the closest to that title.”

Silence surrounded us after he spoke. I studied his brown eyes, looking for any hint of this all being a joke. I couldn’t find any such clues and instead noticed how his eyes had left my own and were now tracing the outline of my lips. I took a step closer, placing a hand on his chest. I could feel his heart beating relentlessly underneath his tunic. His hand covered mine, and I let out a content hum as his warm skin enveloped me. “I find myself agreeing with you,” I said, barely above a whisper.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

Urged on by the single question, I reached up and placed my lips on his. I could taste the faint sweetness of the wine that was being served as my tongue brushed his lower lip. Edmund let out a slight groan and cradled my face with his hands as he deepened the kiss. What started out soft and tentative was now strong and passionate. When we pulled away, both of our chests were frantically raising up and down and Edmund’s hair was slightly tussled.

Music and conversation leaked out from the door that concealed us from the party goers. Edmund turned towards the door before looking back at me. We stayed quiet for one, two, three seconds before he spoke. “Why don’t we go somewhere more private?” he asked, keeping his voice hushed as if we risked being found out. I nodded in agreement before rushing to keep up with him.

I found myself soon slammed against the wall of his bed chambers. A soft whimper escaped me as he littered my lips and neck with kisses.

“No one could ever worship this body like I do,” he muttered, his grip on me tightening as he sucked harshly on the sensitive skin that sat between my neck and shoulder.

“Edmund!” I exclaimed, both shocked by his bold words and the fact that he was now leaving a mark on my body. He only groaned at the sound of his name, pressing himself closer to me.

“Please let me taste you,” he whispered into my ear. His hands were already starting to wander down my body, tracing my curves and hiking up my skirt inch by inch.

“Edmund, what do you mean?” I asked. The reality of the situation suddenly dawned on me as he got down on his knees. His fingers had started to delicately hover over the area I needed him most. I held my breath as his brown eyes looked up to meet mine

“Please, let me taste you. I need to know what you taste like. At least once in my life. Please.”

A soft moan left my body as he spoke as my hands instinctively grabbed onto his hair. He groaned in response, already holding up the skirt of my dress so that I was on full display for him.

“Yes,” was all I could manage before he buried his face into my folds.

I gasped at the new feeling, his tongue sliding up and down teasingly before settling on the bundle of nerves. My back arched in response, not prepared to feel such a wave of pleasure rush over me. “Oh Edmund,” I moaned, letting my head fall back against the door.

He looked up at me, and the sight of his eyes already drunk off of my taste turned me on even more. I experimentally pulled on his hair, earning a groan from him and his tongue adding more pressure.

“That’s it,” he said against me, “Keep moaning my name. I want the whole castle to know who’s making you feel this good.”

I had never known Edmund to have such a possessive streak but the way he spoke only created more butterflies in my stomach as he continued to suck on my clit. I let my moans spill out freely as he continued to work on the sensitive bundle of nerves. I felt the knot in my stomach growing tighter and my grip on my reality was starting to fade as I got closer to my high. Suddenly, he stopped. I looked down at him in confusion. My wetness had started to spill onto his face, and the look in his eyes were as if he had found heaven for the first time.

“Edmund, why did you stop?” I asked, trying to hide the frustration in my voice as I attempted to grind my hips closer to him.

“Tell me no one can ever make you feel this good.”

“Edmund,” I moaned, almost unable to completely understand what he was saying as my mind felt cloudy with pleasure.

“Tell me,” he said, with almost a hint of desperation in his voice. His grip on my hips tightened as he watched me.

“Yes, Edmund. No one else could ever make me feel this good.”

He hummed with contentment as he let one of his hands leave my hips and started to draw circles on my clit with his pointer finger. I gasped at the contact. It was not enough and yet just right with the amount of stimulation I had already received.

“And Felix?”

“Hmm?” I asked, almost unable to comprehend what he was saying when he was being so mean, teasing my clit with his finger.

“Felix could never make you feel this good, right?”

“Yes Edmund,” I said, gasping as he added more pressure. “He could never make me feel this good.”

A smug look appeared on Edmund’s face as I said this. “Atta girl,” he said before diving back into me.

I gasped as I felt his tongue travel further down until it was hovering over my sopping entrance. He teased me at first, only allowing the very tip in. I whined in protest, wanting more. I wanted to feel all of him in me.

“Please Edmund,” I gasped, gripping onto his hair.

“You belong to me. Tell me you’re mine and I’ll give you everything.”

“I’m all yours Ed. I will always be yours.”

My words seemed to be his snapping point, and he began to fuck me with his tongue. The noises I let out were borderline pornographic as I inched closer to my orgasm. I repeated his name like a mantra as his finger drew lazy circled in my clit and his tongue bullied my entrance.

“I’m close,” I gasped, feeling myself get lightheaded. My words urged him on. He was like a starved man seeing food for the first time. As if none of the meals our servants made could ever come close to this feast before him. “Oh Edmund!”

Before I could comprehend what was happening, my head snapped back and my mouth fell open in an ‘o’. I felt myself come undone as my entire body shook, only being held up by Edmund as he greedily drank all of me. He eased me down from my high until the ringing in my ears subsided and I could finally catch my breath again. I looked down to see him already looking at me. A stupid grin was on his face and my slick glistened down his chin.

“You look absolutely divine,” he said. His voice was soft now and he rose to his feet, now face to face with me.

My chest was still rising up and down with the thumping of my heart beat. He gave me a bruising kiss and I could taste myself as his tongue mixed with mine. I let out a moan at the sweet taste, at how absolutely perverted the whole thing was.

“Thank you,” I managed to get out when we pulled apart.

“No, thank you.” His gaze fell to my neck and he smirked. I touched the sensitive area, rushing to the mirror to see a mark on the skin, already darkening into a scarlet.

“Edmund! How can I go back out there now?”

“Easy, darling,” he said, coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. “You walk back in there by my side and let everyone know who you belong to now.”

I wanted to protest, to scold him for being careless. Instead, I let out a soft moan and felt my thighs press together in arousal. It was at that moment, while looking into his dark eyes in the mirror and feeling his grip tighten on my waist, that I realize how utterly screwed I now was.

[voxisdaddy]

Focus On Me, Luci

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel

Pairing: Sub!Top!Lucifer x Dom!Bottom!Reader

Type: Smut

C/TW: Praise kink, mommy kink, cock warming implied, reader written as fem!

In which Lucifer, for once, tops and his poor subby body is trying his best to make you proud.

MDNI

“Just like that Luci…keep doing that.”

Your words of encouragement are what Lucifer clings to in his desperate attempt to please you. His hips get unsteady easily after only a couple of thrusts. He whines in frustration and embarrassment about it.

“Mommy—I can’t…” He whines pathetically.

You click your tongue. “You’re normally such a good boy, Luci. Don’t you wanna make mommy feel good?” Lucifer can only nod, albeit with a look of exhaustion. Poor guys not used to being on top. He feels his cock ache to be drained by you but you’re only allowing him to please himself all on his own.

“Come ‘ere.” You invite him in an embrace. He crawls on top of you, almost collapsing from how trembly his legs are. You press a light kiss to his ear before whispering, “just focus on me okay? Focus on how snug and warm I keep you, okay baby?”

He melts at your words.

“Yes m’ dear,” His forearms rest on either side of your head as he lines himself up to push in again. He pushes as far as he can go, wanting to be as balls deep as he possibly can.

He starts thrusting with your guidance. Your voice reassuring him to take his time, set a nice rhythm, all the while your gentle and cute little moans are gracing his ears.

He finds a nice rhythm and focuses on keeping his cool. He can’t desperately fuck you to relieve himself just yet. Though the temptation is strong, he wants to make you proud.

“Mmm… baby… you’re making me feel so good…” Your moans of encouragement drive him crazy. He wants to selfishly beg you to ride him, fuck you both for him until he passes out. But he knows that’s selfish and you take care of him so often, it’s only fair he returns the favour every now and then.

Your walls clamp around on him so deliciously he’s got sweat on his forehead, panting and moaning into your ear. He almost allows himself to fall into the pleasure, feeling weak, and desperate for a release that only you seem to know how to give him.

A slight change in angle and he hears a gasp. He keeps thrusting, eyes fluttered closed as he uses all his energy to focus. Your grip on his shoulders tighten and your moans are more pitched and frequenter.

“Fuck!” You gasp. “Mmmm… right there Luci… right there, you’re gonna make mommy cum…”

Your praise, mixed with how you tightened around him and his pridefulness in making you feel good, brings some more needy moans from him.

“…you’re doing so good… so perfect my pretty baby…” You tug his hair. Running your fingers over his sensitive wing base causes him to whimper.

Lucifer shudders at your delicate touch. He holds his climax back until you’ve cummed all over his cock and balls. He still keeps his pace though so you can ride out your high.

Now feeling the overstimulation, you bring your hands to caress Lucifers face to give him a sloppy kiss. “Go ahead honey…Cum as much as you want.”

Not a second later, Lucifer is thrusting his hips at a more rapid pace, only a bit sloppy this time around, as he chases his own already nearing orgasm.

He finishes with one final deep thrust, moaning pathetically as he feels himself empty his warm cum into your aching cunt.

He collapses on top of you with a heavy chest and still connected between your legs. “Thank you my love…” He kisses the place between your neck and shoulder.

You run your fingers through his messy blonde hair. Lucifers exhaustion and the comfort you give him is enough to lull him to sleep. Before he can drift off though, you tug on his hair.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, Luci. I still gotta clean your pretty cock.”

Lucifer feels his cock twitch inside you. Oh yeah.

You’re gonna suck the life out his cock tonight.

I haven’t really written smut in FOREVER. OHMYGOD. I hope you enjoyed it lmao

[yamumsyadadd]

the forgotten girl (1)

posted this originally on my old account. will be posting twice weekly :)

Emily Scott, sister of legendary lionesses Jill Scott, has died at the age of 21. Wife Amelia Scott-Higgins in intensive care. 

Police have confirmed that Emily Scott was murdered in her family home over the weekend, her wife, Matilda’s star Amelia Scott-Higgins is in intensive care after sustaining life threatening injuries. 

Waking up in a hospital bed, wrapped in bandages and in heaps of pain was not exactly how I expected my day to go but here we are. I don’t remember much. I remember going home after training, I stopped to get dinner, chicken carbonara and garlic bread from our favourite Italian restaurant and then flowers from the corner stand that Emily was obsessed with. I was already late so who cares if I was a little extra late. 

I remember the front gate being open, which is never normally the case, I remember the front door being unlocked but closed, again not normal but sometimes Em is in a rush when she gets home. As I took my shoes and coat off and wandered down the hallway, I didn’t notice the guy standing behind the door, or the guy on the couch, or Emily in the back room tied to a chair. I didn’t notice any of it. The only thing I noticed before it went black was the two wine glasses, one tipped over and smashed, the other full. 

Chelsea FC superstar, Amelia Scott-Higgins has QUIT mid season. 

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Where is football superstar Amelia Scott-Higgins?

Moving to Barcelona was the best thing I could’ve done. No one knows me,no one knows what happened or who Emily was. I am invisible. As soon as I could, I quit, left England, deleted all my social media and changed my number. 

The rehab was incredibly hard. That’s to be expected considering I have multiple stab wounds to my stomach, my leg cut up, bruises covering every part of my body. I was still me though. Maybe not on the surface but deep down I was. I missed Emily everyday, I missed our life together, I miss the little things. 

My apartment was empty. Nothing on the walls, plain furniture, it looked more like a show house than something someone would actually lived in. It didn’t bother me, it made my brain have to work less. All I did was rehab, surf and doom scroll. I came across the Manuelas instagram page, a gay bar in Barcelona. From what I’ve heard it’s incredibly popular but I’ve never been. They had a shirt available, “lesbian services”, after inquiring they allowed for me to pick it up. 

I was meeting someone called Olga, slightly worried as I had no idea who she was, I let it play out. 

“Hola! Are you Amelia?” 

“Hola, yes I am.” 

“Perfect! I’m Olga! Let me take you inside and you can get whatever you want. They said you’ve paid so you can get anything.” 

Stickers, hats, shirts, they had it all. I grabbed one of everything and then had a chat with Olga. 

“You’re not around here are you? Your Catalan and Spanish is good but the accent is a bit weird.” 

“Oh nah. I’m Australian. Lived in London for a few years but I’m here now.” 

“Oh wow! How long have you lived here?”

“3 years now. It’s beautiful. I don’t get out much but I’m trying to get out more.”

“What do you do for work? If you don’t mind me asking?” 

“Uh um, I used to play -“ 

“Amelia? Is that you?” Keira Walsh and Lucy Bronze. Right in front of me. I haven’t seen them for 3 years, purposely ignoring all of them and essentially falling off the face of the earth. 

“Amelia! What are you doing here? Give me a hug!” 

“Hey guys. Long time so see.” This is not what I wanted. More and more people started surrounding us. 

“Holy shit. That’s Amelia Scott-Higgins! She’s been MIA for so long. I miss watching her” the short one with dimples tried to whisper, it didn’t work. 

“Dude she used to be so good. What happened?” Her taller companion asked next. 

“That’s enough you two. She has ears and can hear you idiots.” Alexia Putellas. 2 time Ballon d’or and 2 time pain in my ass. “Hola Amelia. How are you?” 

“Fine thanks Alexia. And you?” 

“How do you all know each other? I am very confused here.” Olga spoke up. 

“Mil used to play for-“ Alexia started to say

“We are old friends!” This is why I don’t leave my house. 

“I need to go. I have things to do. Olga thank you so much for all this. If I owe any money let me know. Alexia, girls, it was nice to see you. Good luck this season.” Turning as quickly as I could to escape. 

“Milly, wait.”

“Kei, don’t. I’m fine. Everything is fine.”

“Please can I have your number or something? It’s been 3 years and you disappeared.” 

“Give me your phone and I’ll put it in. I’m not good at replying. Bye Kei.” 

3 years since I stepped foot in England, 3 years since I buried my wife. 3 years since I’d spoken to my friends. 4 years since Emily died. 4 years since I played football, 4 years since I felt normal.