#soft whitney moments

[featherburnt]

He’s such a secret softie... You earn ++Love for choosing the (3) Something Romantic option, when spraypainting graffiti in an alley with him~  

[fushitoru]

rainy days and brownies

pairing ⸺ college/modern!au: bf!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ you wake up for some soft moments with your boyfriend that involves brownies (turned freaky)

warnings ⸺ smut, tooth rotting fluff, some mild angst?, gojo unfortunately mentions skibidi toilet, I think I made gojo gen z here, boob worship, brownies and baking, established relationship, oral (f!receiving), gojo eats pussy like a champ, NOT EDITED, might be incoherent to everyone except me, product of a forceful effort to escape writer’s block, rainy mornings <3, lots of intimacy, art by 3-aem, probably in the same universe as this

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Rainy mornings with Satoru means baking.

It’s a ritual the both of you have fallen into. On a day like this, where the air smells like rain, you blearily wake up from your nap to smell the warm distinct aroma of overly sweet brownies.

The slutty brownies were Satoru’s masterpiece. Even if he did overdo the sugar, you can’t admit that your stomach was growling as you rubbed your bleary eyes and frowned while raking a hand through your head. This bed head was going to be a bitch to untangle with the hairbrush.

“AND IIIIIIIIIIIII, WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUU—“

You jumped, caught off guard by Satoru randomly deciding to pay homage to Whitney Houston. Standing up, you headed towards the living room of you and Satoru’s apartment—-not before you adjusted your tank top so your tits weren’t out and the boy shorts you chose to sleep in properly covered your ass.

“WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOUUUUU—-“ You cringed at Satoru’s attempt of a high note, grumpily looking at him use his chocolate covered spatula as a makeshift mic. He was in the kitchen—-shirtless, of course—-now bending over to peek at the state of his brownies in the oven. Deciding the brownies weren’t done yet, he closed the oven door and stood up once more, reaching for his phone to undoubtedly scroll through TikTok. Continuing to hum different variations of the chorus, he swiped at his phone, ignorant to your presence behind him.

You think he’s kind of sweet like this. If it weren’t for him, the both of you would never be in this position. You would always be the cold frigid bitch he saw in freshman orientation and occasionally at parties across campus, and he would be the sweet, friendly guy that all the girls would continue to fall head over heels for.

To be honest, you don’t really see what he sees in you. You’re like a Disney villain, the witch that entraps him in her webs of insecurity and jealousy, but he remains the valiant prince, fighting to get to you. When he finally has you in his arms, he kisses you into believing that you are his princess instead.

It’s obvious in the way he fought for you—memorizing your schedule, rushing across campus just to walk you to class, pleading with you to grab dinner. And each time, you’d brush him off with sharp rejections, finding excuses to keep him at arm’s length.

But when he finally had you, finally cracked all your defenses—he was never going to let you go. You could see as much; the way he proudly walked on campus with you at his side, across the main quad so he could boast that he got you. You were his, and he was fully, undoubtedly yours. At parties, his eyes would always be on you, raking his eyes up and down your figure in your nurse outfit, conjuring up the hundred and thirty four positions he would fuck you so good in, even if there were prettier girls clinging onto his arms asking for a morsel of his attention. Pettily enough, you would just need to sigh and mumble “This party isn’t fun,” to have Satoru whipped, ushering you out of the frat house while those girls glared at the back of your Halloween costume, angry beyond measure that a nobody like you has the campus sweetheart wrapped around your finger.

Loud booms of the Vine gunshot sound effect snaps you back into the present, where Satoru is snickering at some god awful brain rot. You choose to approach him, wrapping your arms around his waist and smothering your face into his muscular back.

“Hi baby,” you mumble.

“Guess which sleepyhead is awake!” He announces to the world and turns around, and your traitorous heart jumps in its chest while looking into his eyes. It’s stupid. You’re both in your PJs on a morning where the rain thuds against the window pane, blurring both the window and all outside life, suspending you both in this moment. His eyes look affectionately down to you, and he plants a wet kiss on your forehead. “How was your nap, baby?”

“It was good.” You watch him turn around again to peek at the oven, and he hums, upper arm flexing as he grabs the heavy bag of flour, dragging it closer to him. “When’d you get up?”

“Around 7.”

You shoot him a bewildered look as you hop onto the counter, a better space to observe your boyfriend. When he realized that you had woken up, he had left his phone open to give you a kiss, reel playing noises. You peek over and almost snort at what is playing.

“Satoru, why are you watching alligators get chased away by a shovel?”

He looks up from the bowl of brownie batter he was now cleaning—-with his tongue, mind you—-and grins boyishly. “Isn't it crazy how hundreds of years of evolution get destroyed by a shovel?”

”Your feed is not normal,” you shake your head, keeping a stony face as you continue to scroll through his TikTok. In fact, it’s hilarious—-the things he got were weirder than one could dream, with toilets producing heads of men taking over whole cities. You’re not sure what that means about your boyfriend, but you accept it as you watch the nonsensical video.

“Wait,” he makes his way over to you, standing in between your legs. “Is that skibidi toilet?”

“What the hell is that.”

“Baby,” he whines. “You don’t know the lore? I don’t know if I can be with you for any longer.”

Your bite back a grin. “And subjecting me to hours of FNAF backstory wasn’t testament to how much I love you?”

Before he could whine back, you noticed he had some leftover chocolate on the side of his mouth and leaned over to lick it. Humming at the taste, you grabbed his hands and took in his brownie coated index and middle finger into your mouth.

He frowns. “Are you trying to seduce me into forgiving you and giving you more brownies?”

You laugh softly and give him a soft smooch on his shoulder. “No, silly. If I ate any more than half, I would have diabetes.”

He grabs the back of your hips and pulls you closer into him, nuzzling his nose against yours. The physical contact rubs at your nerves the right way, firing off that emotional part of you that makes you think loving him is so easy. How lucky you are that he’s chosen to give you his love.

His god-awful alarm blares—same annoying sound he keeps hitting snooze on for his 7ams—and the moment breaks as he reaches for the oven mitts to pull out the brownies. The aroma hits you instantly, making your mouth water. Satoru blows dramatically on the brownies, pouting and mock-yelling, “Hurry up and cool down! My girlfriend wants to eat you.” You can’t help but giggle. Once Satoru finally decides they’re cool enough, he grabs one and offers it to you. “Make way for the choo-choo train!” he snickers, guiding the brownie through imaginary tracks, a shit-eating grin on his face, before plopping it into your mouth.

You can’t help but let out a soft sigh as the brownie melts on your tongue, its warmth enveloping your senses. Rich, velvety tones of chocolate overwhelm your mouth, with each bite releasing a symphony of deep, indulgent flavors that linger long after the brownie is fully swallowed. “Wow, this is actually good.”

He pauses, brownie and hand held in mid air. “Why do you sound surprised?”

“I don’t know.” You shrug innocently but stick your tongue out to him regardless.

Popping the brownie in his mouth--but not before sending you a pout---he brushes his hands together to remove the brownie crumbs as he makes his way back in between your legs. The way he settles between them makes you all too aware of the heat of his groin encompassing you. He lazily drags his eyes up your figure, but not before settling on your outfit. His eyes then flick down to watch his hands trace the hem of your tank top, and your eyes follow his hands, a little dizzy by the action.

You’re always a bit sensitive in the mornings, and before this day, you and Satoru’s interactions have been limited to a kiss before he runs for his 7am and then doing college work until 3am, where you’re both too tired for anything particularly frisky. So, yea, you are kind of pent up---and judging by the bulge that’s starting to form in Satoru’s sweats, you assume he is too.

You put your elbows on his shoulder blades to give him head scratches from behind and lean towards his jawlines giving small kisses. You can feel him close his eyes, purring silently like a cat, and underneath your hands, his back and shoulder blades tense and relax as you rake your hands over his scalp.

“This new?” He uses his index finger to snap the strap of your tank top against your shoulder, using his mouth to given open mouthed kisses to your collarbone.

“Mhm,” you hum, a little deliriously at that---he’s begun to trail down, mouth working at the swell of your breasts.

He slowly pulls the collar of your tank down, down down down until your breast pops out. His eyes trace the swing urgently and groans. “I missed these, sweet girl.”

You gasp sharply when he puts it in his mouth, tongue swirling around the nipple. Satoru’s always been a boob guy, joking about his hands being your bra to support “those mommy milkers.” Right now, he’s doing just that; groping the hell out of them and giving them kisses, as if they were God’s greatest creation.

As much as you were enjoying your boyfriend’s boob worshipping, you need more. You were throbbing in want of contact on your pussy, and you made sure to relay just that. “Toru, I need more,” you whined.

“God forbid a man appreciate nice boobs.” He rolls his like the sassy man he is and parts with your nipple like lips after a messy and wet make out session. Your breasts are gleaming with his spit, a string connecting your nipple to his lips. He trails his face down your torso, making his way down to his knees until he was facing your crotch.

You whine and clench your thighs together to draw his face closer to the space between your thighs. He looks up at you and coos, giving your inner thigh a kiss. “I can smell you from here, cutie.”

His statement reminds you that you’re not too wet in the mornings. As soon as you wake up, some of your morning sessions with Satoru require the aid of lube to ensure no pain. Irritation flares at you at the thought that you might need to leave your position to grab some l—-

Oh.

“What the hell. I thought you wet your pants,” Satoru giggles. The finger running through your folds glides messily, as you both marvel to how wet you are. You’re also on another plane; you haven’t felt his touch for weeks, and the feeling overwhelms you as the squelches your pussy makes echo throughout the kitchen.

Satoru gives you a kiss on your neck. “Baby, can I?” You deliriously remember that he’s lightly circling his finger around your entrance and when you finally give him the okay, he pushes in.

Both of you groan at how tight you are. “Satoru,” you moan and proceed to bring him in for a kiss as he pistons in and out of your pussy, curling them just the way you like and making you see colors.

“Pretty, pretty girl,” he groans. “Left my baby so pent up.”

At that, all you can do is nod and whimper in agreement. All that leaves your mouth are gasps of his names and oh my god’s because he’s making you feel so good.

And then, you almost scream as you feel him blowing hot air onto your folds, leaning down to give teasing kitten licks around your clit, but not directly on it. His tongue drags up and down until he finally stops it right next to your clit as if feeling the sensation of your pussy throbbing, echoing your fastened heartbeat skin-to-skin while drooling.

Frustrated, you try to move your hips, but Satoru grabs them to stay in place. He’s so close to the place you want him, but he’s stationed in one place, spit flowing down as his tongue is still and his dark eyes are staring at you as if enraptured by your struggling.

“Satoru, please lick my clit,” you moan wantonly, begging for him to change his position.

But Satoru Gojo wouldn’t be Satoru Gojo without some teasing. “What was that, baby? Avoid your clit? You got it.”

“No,” you sobbed, grabbing onto his hair and directing his tongue to your clit. This time, he relents, sucking the bud into his mouth and hollowing his cheeks, making you see stars.

But soon, his quick and fast lapping turn into lazy licks, and you get frustrated, grinding against air and pussy oozing out wetness as Satoru keeps his tongue outstretched in front of you but not close enough to make contact with your skin, teasing. You hate the feeling of your pussy throbbing and the inner thighs and pussy wet with your slick, lacking the sensation you needed to finally climax. “Oh my god, Satoru, please make me cum.”

“I don’t know baby, you sound pretty commanding to me.” The motherfucker shrugs as if he has nothing to do with your dilemma and starts trailing kisses up your inner thigh. His touches were close to where you needed him most, making you ache for the sensation of his wet laps against you.

“Please, baby,” you beg. “You feel so good, you’re making me feel soo good. I love you so much. Please let me cum.” You’re full on sobbing, hips writhing to get any sensation in.

Satoru, at your display, seems to give in, because he’s coming in once more, giving you a sweet little kiss on your clit. You nearly ascend.

He’s diving in, making a rhythm of dipping his tongue into your entrance and coming back to give sloppily wet laps on your clit. It’s when he groans while his tongue is inside, hot air and vibrations needily simulating your clit, that you come up with a gasp. You roll your hips, Satoru giving you little licks to help you ride out your orgasm.

For how hard you came, you’re bucking your hips frantically, body on a mind of its own as you almost fall off the counter. Satoru has to grip your thighs to prevent that potential injury and rubs soothing circles on the outside of your thigh as you pant, wetness and sweat likely painting the counter beneath you. It’s not until your breath returns back to it’s normal pace that you notice Satoru’s head against your thighs, looking up at you with lovesick eyes.

You’re probably giving him the same look back, you realize, given he made you ascend to heaven and back. He gives an affectionate kiss to your mound, moaning corny shit like “Your pussy tastes sweeter than the brownie.”

And then he stands up, knees popping on the way back up, and despite your fucked out state, you can’t help but giggle. “You old man with the popping knee caps.”

He glares at you playfully, but you know his expression too well to know there’s no real offense in it. “Hey. Rude to say that after I just made you cum your brains out.”

”And you’re about to get the same thing,” you purr, putting a hand on his hard-on. He hisses but looks at you with lust blown eyes as he grabs the back of your thighs to carry you to your shared bedroom.

Yes, rainy days do mean baking with Satoru, but not without intimacy with your even sweeter boyfriend in bed.

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a/n lol this was a bitch to write. this might be a word soup or salad or whatever for all readers and that’s ok! I’ve written this primarily at 1am so…

eugh ok im going back to writing ch5 of bridgerton!gojo and fixing the em dashes in this post when i wake up LOL

[just-aake]

A Feline Connection: First Meetings

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: You have two encounters that you never imagined would change the course of your life.

A/N: This is a side story set during a time prior to the events in A Feline Connection series. Please read the series first to understand the characters involved.

Warnings: backstory, slight fluff, light angst, signs of toxic relationship (not from Natasha)

Words: 1906

“So if you want to arrest me, arrest me.”

Your lips curl up into an amused smirk as you rest your chin on your hand, captivated by the impressive words of the legendary Black Widow. You continue to watch the news broadcast with interest as she stares down the camera, her expression unwavering.

“You know where—”

The large screen suddenly turns off, leaving the room in silence. Surprised, you straighten in your cushioned seat, turning to search for the remote. 

A hand slides under your chin, tilting your face back over your shoulder.

The intense gaze of familiar, stormy gray eyes meets yours.

You tilt your head back further, lips curling into a playful smirk.

“I was watching that.”

Whitney stands behind you, her expression unreadable as her eyes glance briefly at the now-dark screen, a flicker of something sharp passing through her gaze before it fades to something softer.

She returns her attention to you, a soft sigh slipping from her lips. 

Without a word, she leans down and presses a gentle kiss to your mouth, her quiet apology barely murmured as she pulls away.

“Sorry.”

When you smile, accepting her apology, she lets go of you and straightens.

“Come on, let’s get ready for tonight.”

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

The city is quiet tonight, the empty streets echoing only the calls of late-night food vendors. 

You gaze down from your perch above, eyes narrowing as you wait for the correct time to act.

Below, a vendor tries to charm a couple into a last-minute snack, his voice bright and persuasive.

But a flicker of movement in the shadows diverts your attention. 

A small black cat creeps toward the food cart, waiting until no one is looking to pounce, snagging a piece of meat before slipping back into the darkness. 

You smile, watching the graceful creature scurry off into an alley, successful and unseen.

“What a cute little thief,” you murmur, amused. 

With Whitney nowhere in sight yet from her scouting, you decide to investigate, descending into the alley as silently as a shadow. The faint scuff of paws guides you until you spot a worn box tucked against a wall. 

You approach carefully, hearing a faint rustling from within.  

Peering over the edge, your gaze meets wide, curious yellow eyes. You hold still, barely breathing as the little creature tilts her head at you, a soft, inquisitive meow slipping from her.  

You smile, extending your hand slowly. 

The cat’s gaze narrows with suspicion, but she inches closer, sniffing your fingers cautiously. Her rough tongue flicks over your skin, and you chuckle softly at the tickling sensation. 

You take a moment to observe the makeshift shelter she’s claimed. It is nothing more than a worn box lined with scraps of newspaper and a thin, tattered cloth for warmth.

On the side, a torn sign reads, “Please take.” 

Your chest tightens at the sight, and you gently lift the cat, cradling her against your chest. She nuzzles closer, purring at the warmth. 

Before you can appreciate the small creature further, a sound catches your attention—a familiar footstep, sharp and steady.

You turn to see Whitney approaching, a disapproving frown etched on her face. 

“Hey, there you are,” she says curtly. “You need to be focused. We only have a small window of time.”  

Her gaze falls to the cat in your arms, her lips pressing into a thin line.

“And put that back.” 

You throw her a teasing smirk, hoping to lighten her mood.

“Since when is it my job to leave things behind?” 

However, her gaze hardens at your attempt at a joke, her eyes flashing with a warning. 

“Put. It. Back,” she repeats firmly, her tone brooking no argument. 

Your smile falls as you frown at her, a slight chill running through your spine at her voice. You hesitate, feeling the cat burrow closer. 

“You’re scaring her, Whitney,” you say, your voice soft.  

“And you need to learn the difference between things that matter,” she murmurs, her hand trailing up to cup your cheek, her thumb caressing your skin gently.

But then her grip tightens, her gaze dropping to the tiny creature in your arms. “And useless things left behind for a reason.” 

You unconsciously tighten your grip, cradling the cat closer.

“Now, put it back,” Whitney says with a finality. 

Reluctantly, you move to place the cat back in her box, arranging the makeshift bedding into something comfortable. The cat tilts her head, letting out a soft meow as you pull away. 

“I’m sorry,” you whisper, stroking her head one last time before turning away. 

Whitney's hand cups your neck as you stand, leaning in close. 

“Good girl,” she murmurs approvingly, moving to kiss you, but you turn slightly, evading her.

Her lips brush your cheek instead, and with a small huff, you grapple away quickly, leaving her alone.

Whitney scoffs in disbelief, her hand falling back to her side, her eyes narrowing as they watch you disappear. 

Her glare shifts to the cat’s box. 

With a frustrated growl, she kicks it over, scattering the contents. 

A startled cry echoes as the little creature scurries into the shadows. 

Taking a deep breath, Whitney shakes her head, running her hand through her hair as she regains her composure before following after you. 

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Whitney paces down a hall, irritation clear as she speaks on the phone. 

“I don’t care which one. Buy them all if you have to. Just get it here.” 

Hanging up, she pinches the bridge of her nose in frustration, but something bumps her leg as she rounds a corner. She snaps her gaze down, surprised to see the little black cat stumbling upright from the collision. 

Scoffing, she grabs it by the scruff, lifting it to eye level.   

The cat hisses, swiping a tiny paw at her. 

Whitney rolls her eyes, muttering, “How did you even get in here?” 

She’s about to call a guard to remove the creature and send it back into the streets when your door swings open. 

Your eyes meet hers with a slight glare, obviously still upset about earlier. But when your gaze shifts to the cat, your expression softens, and you step closer to her.

“You got me the cat?” you ask in surprise, a happy expression crossing your face.

Whitney observes your expression, glancing from you to the cat who meows softly at your attention. 

“I…felt bad. So, I tracked her down,” she says, lying smoothly as she drops the cat into your waiting arms. 

You beam, stroking the cat, and turn back to Whitney, cupping her cheek before pulling her into a kiss.

She deepens it instinctively, pressing closer, but you pull away, and she has to clench her teeth to keep the irritation of your action at bay.

Her frustration is only slightly soothed when you caress her cheek fondly, giving her a soft look.

“Thank you,” you whisper, smiling. 

Whitney gives a slight nod, her gaze thoughtful as she watches you cradle the cat close. 

“Anything for you,” she responds, the words smooth and automatic.

You kiss her once more, along with the promise that you’ll drop by her room later, before returning to your room, cooing to the cat, “Do you want to see your new home?” 

As you close the door, Whitney watches, a hint of satisfaction mingling with annoyance.

Remembering your expression and reaction to the cat, she scoffs lightly, deciding the little stray had some uses after all.

Shaking her head, she turns to leave, opens her phone, and redials. 

“Cancel the order,” she says. “I won’t be needing it after all.” 

Inside your room, you set the cat on the coffee table. 

“Stay,” you murmur, watching with pride as she sits patiently. “Smart girl.” 

You go to the bathroom to fetch supplies to help clean up the cat. When you return, you find the cat staring up intently at the TV that you were previously watching.

“So if you want to arrest me, arrest me.”

Your gaze drifts to the person on the screen, her red hair frames her face perfectly as her sharp green eyes stare into the lens of the camera, steady and confident.

“You know where to find me.” 

Her voice filters through your speakers, making you smile lightly in admiration at her fearless statement.

Meanwhile, the cat is entirely entranced by the person on the screen. Her paw raises, almost as if reaching for the woman.

You laugh softly, lowering the volume as the screen cuts to news analysts discussing the country’s changing landscape now that SHIELD is gone. 

“That’s the Black Widow,” you tell the cat, lightly tapping her nose. “She’s pretty impressive, just like you.”

When you said the woman’s persona, you noticed the cat’s tail quickened in excitement. You tilt your head curiously as a suspicion comes to mind.

“Widow?” you muse tentatively, watching the cat respond with a happy meow. “Is that your name now?” 

She purrs happily in agreement, her gaze returning to the screen. 

“Widow, huh?” you murmur, glancing back at the picture of the woman on the screen, observing the face of a person you’ll probably never meet. 

~~~~~~~ ⧗ ~~~~~~~

Two Years Later

“Widow?” 

Your voice echoes along the empty path as you search for the cat. 

She’s trained to return after her little adventures, but you still feel the pang of worry and guilt for bringing her with you on this early walk in the first place after you found yourself unable to fall back asleep.

Nightmares about the life you left behind and your past actions still haunting you. Regrets and guilt return as they always have.

Lost in thought, you wander down the path, about to call out again, when you spot a figure up ahead. 

Curious someone is here this early, you approach quietly, before your eyes widen, realizing who it is.

There, resting against the tree is the Black Widow herself, eyes closed, cradling a familiar black cat. 

Strands of her unmistakable red hair have fallen across her face, swaying gently in the early morning breeze.

Even in her sleep, you can see subtle signs of fatigue etched across her features—the faint shadows beneath her eyes, the slight furrow of her brows as if even her dreams carry weight. 

Your heart aches, a wave of sympathy mingling with respect.

This woman, known for her strength and resilience, now rests quietly, a sliver of vulnerability showing through.

As if sensing your presence, Widow peaks one eye open, casting a fleeting glance your way. 

Before you can react, Widow nuzzles deeper into the comfort of the Avenger’s arms, closing her eyes as she returns to her new space of warm slumber. 

You barely stifle a quiet huff, rolling your eyes slightly at the cat’s usual antics, before spotting a nearby bench. 

With a resigned sigh, you take a seat, crossing your legs and resting your chin on your hand. You decide to wait, giving both the Avenger and the little troublemaker their moment of rest.

Eventually, the early morning light slowly creeps over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the path as the world begins to wake.

Then, with a subtle stir, Widow shifts slightly, slowly rousing the Avenger from her rest.

As her green eyes flutter open, she blinks against the gentle light, her gaze eventually settling on you. 

For a moment, neither of you speaks, her emerald eyes meeting yours with a look of mild surprise. 

Slightly stunned yourself, words of greeting seem to elude you, and instead, the only thing that escapes your lips is the simplest of truths.

“You have my cat.”

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a/n: a perspective in the readers past and her first meeting with Widow and Natasha, hope you enjoy. thank you for reading!

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[inkyquince]

cw. Baby trapping. Ranging from dub to noncon. Somnophilia, desperation versus spite. Pseudoincest because Morgan is Morgan.

Characters. Kylar, Avery, Harper, Morgan, Bailey, Whitney, Remy.

Baby traps you out of desperation:

Kylar. You can't leave him now, not ever! Not when you two are forever joined with the life growing inside of you. Would prick holes in the condoms you tell him to use, or just smears his own fingers with cum before fingering you greedily. Even crushes up fertility pills and puts them in your drink, watching you drink it down with wet, staring eyes. You wouldn't be allowed near anyone else the moment it's confirmed you're carrying his kid.

Avery. If you're leaving him before he leaves you. Leaving the town for university, leaving him for someone better off, or for love. You let him down easy, with a soft smile, and thank him for all the years of help. Help. What he had done for you reached beyond help. He was your saviour from god knows what. Anger burns in his veins but he just breathes low and even before asking if you want to have one last evening, just like the old times. How could you say no? You should have said no. You think it'll just be slow, soft, goodbye sex but the moment the handcuffs come out, you realise it won't be. In the hot tub, on the bed, against the balcony railing, Avery drills into you, slamming in deep with every thrust. You should have known to try and run when you reminded him of the condoms in his back pocket and he took them out just to throw them in the bin right in front of you. Cums deep inside of you every time, groaning into your neck. Dawn slips in through the curtains and Avery lights another cigarette before looking at your spent body next to him. Do you think your had any future now, with anyone or anything else, when swollen with a child?

Harper. You were going to be released. After so much time together at the asylum, you'd leave the intimate nest that kept you close to him at all times. He had been so blind to every thing other than his work, his work and you, that he hadn't realised that the time for you to go had arrived. Just one last night together. So he creeps to your room, just to watch you sleep a bit. Just that. Just watching. He always likes you like this, unaware and soft. He watches, soft, until he can't watch anymore. No more mandatory therapy. No more check ups. No more washing you in the shower, soapy fingers slipping between your thighs. Harper could make it mandatory, but who would make you go? What could force you to keep coming to him, to his office, to his embrace? Well, it's obvious. It's the time of your life that would be the most closely monitored with doctor's visits and check ups. He doesn't even take his shirt off, just shuck his trousers down to his thighs and climbs on top of you. Doesn't matter if you wake up. His desperate rutting into you, making sure to cum deep inside, the thoughtless need of it all, it doesn't feel like a disgusting act of violence, but tastes like the honeymoon night, with the only person for him.

Morgan. He always wanted grandkids. He loves grandkids. Seeing his baby round with life, and knowing it'll tie them to their papa for the rest of their life filled him with blind euphoria. No one could ever take you away from him, not like everyone from his wife, to the town had tried. You were his baby... He just had missed you so much. Doesn't help that you seemed so lonely at times, asking him to go to see your friends and go to your part time job. After all, he was the one insisting on home schooling and special cuddles since he made enough for the both of you. You needed to be home. You could have your baby for company, the same way he had his own for company. "Let daddy make you happy." He whispers to you, even as you act out. He just wants you to be happy. His baby deserves it all, his cock, his seed, your own bundle of joy.

Baby traps you out of spite:

Bailey. Maybe you ran your mouth just a bit too much that day. Maybe he was sick of your love sick puppies coming to the door and whine for some time with you. Maybe he just happened to grit his teeth to the point of pain as one of his brats sat before him, belly swollen as their baby daddy sat next to them, making plans to take them off his hands and live full time with them instead. Another source of income cut off. Maybe it was because you were his best earner and god knows if you fucking used protection. It didn't matter. What mattered is that, despite your pleas, he wasn't going to pull out. Slamming deep inside of you, hissing under his breath that you'd never be able to leave with any of your little boyfriends, not when another man's child grew in your belly. Later he might regret snapping like that, now that you had his brat. He might. Or he leans against your door frame, staring as you slept, shirt riding up to show the subtle bump of something growing inside of you.

Avery. But this time, if you're being bad. You ghosted him, you spurned him, you ran around with everyone in town without sparing a thought for the man that handed over enough money for you to thrive amongst Bailey's brats. Perhaps his snaps when he sees you flirting with one of his superiors, or that stupid kid you ran around with. Perhaps he waits outside the pub, smoking his imported cigarettes down to the filters until you appear, tipsy and looking like a whore. It doesn't take much to force you into the back of his car, ripping at your shirt to force it up, over your head to force your arms up, restraining you. You were his first. You were the one that was so perfect on every date before this rebellious streak. You've humiliated him. So there's nothing he'd want more than to return the favour. And when you're round with his child, and in need of support, he'd laugh. No one would believe you, a common street rat would have been forced to carry his child, him, a respected businessman. Doesn't mean he doesn't enjoy your hole squeezing tight around him as he roughly ruts into your poor guts.

Whitney. You dirty fucking whore. Running around with the greasy rat, the loser and the religious freak while he proclaims you as his bitch? Did the collar, did the tattoo, did your sore hole mean fucking nothing? So he corners you in the bathroom, snickering with his friends as he boxes you into the stall and begins to undo his belt. His bitch deserved a litter if you were going to let anyone who sniffed around you fuck you. Also it's just funny. The way the teachers would look at you with disappointment, the way your other dogs would stop sniffing around you. The way your uniform won't fit you at all in just a few months. Whitney still can't decide if he should show you off, the knocked up slut all for him, or to make you beg for him to keep you around. After all, the way you squealed and kicked on his cock, even now had him fucking dizzy.

Remy. Of course it made perfect sense. What sort of cow produces even more milk? One swollen with a calf. It helps that the idea occured to him after you made your latest successful escape attempt and Wren was the one to return you to your proper place in life. It's hard to run with a swollen belly, and milky tits. Maybe it would even endear him to you, snuffling into his hand, wanting some attention since your stupid, empty brain thought of him as master and as mate. So, with you struggling and huffing in your breeding bench, Remy sends everyone else out. He should just use some of the semen that the bulls deposited earlier, but why should he? Not when you were his favourite for so long, licking his fingers clean when the juices from the apple stained his skin. The one he looked forward to seeing the most. The one he fisted his cock to, imagining the way you'd keen and whine with his cock rutting into you and filling you up with his own milk. He could also prepare a room for your calf to live in, just so you'd paw at him to let you see his only heir, the one to inherit it all, even if they did have soft cow eyes and spotted, velvety ears.

[softmangoes]

how the LIs eat you out

18+

pure!sydney is reverent. his tongue is warm as he draws slow circles around your clit. he's the type who takes his time to worship you. makes your core warm as he takes his communion, his golden eyes half-lidded in ecstasy. "you taste so sweet, beloved," he says, lips glistening with your syrup. you feel his breath against the slickness of your skin. "i don't think i could ever stop."

corrupt!sydney can't get enough of you. he's got one arm wrapped tightly around your thigh and his other hand stroking his cock as he laps at you hungrily. oh beloved, he can't help but touch himself when you're like this. the way you pull at his hair drives him insane, makes him draw even closer to the edge. but he won't fall, oh no. you'll fall together, won't you? as you should. as you are meant to.

kylar can't breathe. he doesn't need to. not when you're squirming for him like this, the sound of his name so sweet as it falls from your lips. he's dreamed of this, you know. he's spent so many nights wanting to know what it would be like to taste you and here you are, shuddering against his mouth. "so beautiful," he murmurs. "so perfect." he slips his fingers into your warmth, makes you arch your back once again. "and all mine."

the desk is hard against your back as whitney slides his tongue along your slit. your thighs hurt - courtesy of his teeth sinking into your skin just moments earlier. outside the classroom, you can hear students start to filter into the hall. "did i say you could be quiet?" whitney growls. "let them fucking hear how much of a slut you are." he plunges his tongue inside you, earning a gasp that pierces the air.

robin smiles the entire time. you taste so good, so sweet. how is it possible for your thighs to be this soft? if he could die at any time, it would be this moment, engulfed in you as you ride his face. he is so sweet, so gentle. you catch sight of his eyes between your legs, glazed in the ecstasy of being yours.

"keep reading," eden growls. he takes pleasure in the way your breath hitches with every lick and the way your thighs tremble against his face. you had been gone too long from the cabin. you didn't think he was going to let you off easy, did you? all you have to do is get to the end of this chapter. as long as you keep your eyes on the page, he'll keep his mouth on you.

the wraith leaves you wanting. he's waited years, decades, lifetimes - what are a few more moments in the face of eternity? but you want more, need more. you want to cry out as those eyes like gems behold your pleasure. you want to writhe and shake and let the tide take you. the cold swipe of his tongue between your legs makes you shudder, but it is his fingers that make you plead. droplet, have you missed him just as much as he has missed you? sing for him the song of your return. he has all night to listen.

[brooooswriting]

hi, can I request a fluffy leighton x reader where the reader is having just a really bad day (late to class, someone spilled coffee on her, etc) and she’s just super stressed and anxious and leighton notices and tries to make her feel better and helps her through it? and ofc leighton’s roommates are totally unused to seeing her being soft with someone so they’re all shocked and stuff

Softie

Sometimes life just seemed to fuck you over and today was just one of those days. It started early in the morning, or well it didn’t which was the problem. Your alarm didn’t ring as your phone charger didn’t work. You woke up a lot later than you normally did resulting in you getting late to class and after class was finally done and the prof was done lecturing you about being late, you walked out of the room just for someone to bump into you and spill their hot coffee over your shirt. As you were already late you didn’t have time to change for your next course, instead just closing the jacket which was at least a bit better.

When it was finally time to eat, at least in theory, you went back to your dorm room to change and since your phone was still off you couldn’t even text your friends about not coming. Happy to finally arrive at your dorm you opened the door just to hear weird noise coming from your room. It took you a second to figure out what those noises were before sighing, your roommates sex life really always was your enemy. Since you couldn’t go into your room you just grabbed a new jacket to pull over your shirt, hoping that it’d fix the problem at least a bit.

During lunch, your friends sat at the same table as always. Leighton was constantly checking her phone, a worried look on her face. “It’s weird that she’s not answering right?” She asked her friends making them freeze for a moment, it wasn’t often that the blonde was asking for advice.

“Wait, is the leighton Murray worried about someone else?” Whitney asked, fake surprise in her voice as she widens her eyes earning an annoyed look from her friend.

“Did you maybe do something to upset her?” Kimberly asked innocently.

“Oh my god, did you say somebody else’s name during sex?” Bella intervened, making the rest of the group cringe. Especially Leighton who shuddered before shaking her head.

“What kind of question is that? Of course not and I don’t think I did anything to upset her. Yesterday everything was fine, we were out and then she brought me home, kissed me good night and went to her dorm. Later we texted shortly before saying good night and going to sleep. Since then I haven’t heard from her” she explained, wrecking her brain trying to think of anything she could have done. The rest was still kinda perplex, the blonde never talked about her private life like this. It already took them hours to get out of her who she was dating.

“Well, do you know if she had a course with anyone you could ask?” Whitney suggested.

“Oh, Lila. Didn’t you have Econ or whatever with y/n this morning?” She suddenly called out to the girl who was walking by their table.

“Yeah I did, dude was late as shit and left me alone in that boring ass course” Lila complained on and on until the blonde finally interrupted her.

“What do you mean she was late?” You were normally very punctual so this was already kinda weird.

“What do you mean ‘what I mean?’ Class started at 7:30, your hot stuff girlfriend arrived at like 8:15, leaving me alone for 45 minutes. But she did seem like she had a rough night or morning. If she did, that bitch is excused. But only this once” with that the sips manager disappeared.

After a moment Leighton stood up and grabbed her food confusing the rest of them as she didn’t say anything. “Where are you going?” Bela asked.

“I wish I could be looking for my girlfriend but instead I have to go and write a shitty math test that is way to easy anyway” she aggressively packed away her stuff before storming off to her lecture.

You never thought you’d say that you’d rather be in Leightons weird ass math class than at sips. But Thursdays were always extremely full and a lot of the people there were frat boys who treated workers like shit. Normally you were at least two people on Thursdays but Zoe had to call in sick last minute leaving you alone with a whole lot of work. Throughout your whole shift the frat boys tried to humiliate you and made you work twice as hard as they spilled everything on purpose and didn’t throw away anything. Your shift went an hour and a half longer than normal exhausting you even more.

Once you could finally leave you felt like breaking down, your eyes were wet, your bottom lip trembling and you were barely moving your feet. As soon as you entered the building your body moved on its own finding the way to your girlfriend’s dorm who was still panicking. She only knew that you were alive was due to other people telling her that they saw you. “If I don’t hear from her in the next hour I’ll get the police or some shit” she told the others while aggressively typing on her phone. “I have been everywhere. Her sips shift was over over an hour ago. I was at her dorm, the library, the cafeteria and the gym but she’s nowhere to be found” she added.

“Have you looked at sips?” Whitney asked making the blonde scoff.

“It’s Thursday” she answered leaving everybody confused, “She hates it there on Thursdays, so why would she stay longer?” While Kimberly found it unbelievably cute that Leighton knew which days you liked and which not she realized that the blonde didn’t have a clue how shifts might work.

Just as she was about to explain that to her there was a knock on the door. The youngest Murray sibling quickly jumped up to see who was behind the door, a relief sigh leaving her when she saw you. But her relief quickly disappeared when she saw how your shoulders were hanging, your eyes wet and barely sparkling anymore and your lips trembling when you tried to greet her. Everybody looked at you, making it even worse. Leighton quickly pulled you in to the room, her hands caressing your cheek softly. “What happened y/n?” She asked carefully while studying your face.

You tried to speak but every time you wanted to open your mouth, you could feel yourself starting to cry. The blonde didn’t want to force you to speak so she just wrapped you in a hug which made you sob out. “Shh, it’s okay. Everything is gonna be okay” she mumbled over and over, feeling all her roommates watch her. They couldn’t believe it, Leighton was hugging someone and in addition to that, someone who was crying. While they stared at her, she tightened her arms around you as she felt your legs giving out. “Bela, Kimberly couch” she asked. They quickly stood up and set on the seats across the couch so you two could sit there. When your cries slowly died down, the blonde pointed at the fridge, making Kimberly get up to get you a bottle of water. “Thank you”

Once your girlfriend had forced you to drink some water with the words “you don’t want to look puffy later do you?”, she repeated her question from before. “It’s stupid, really” you answered but the look she gave you made you continue. “I just had a bad day” you then explained, looking down at your hands.

“That isn’t stupid, love” she comforted, her hands still rubbing circles across your back.

“Can we ask what happened?” Whitney said carefully. One, she didn’t wanna upset you further, and two, she was scared of Leighton is she did upset you further.

“It’s just, my charger broke so my phone didn’t load which meant that my alarm didn’t ring. Then I was too late to Econ and the prof lectured me like half an hour after the lecture that I was too late and as soon as I left the room somebody spilled their hot coffee onto me, but I was already too late to change. So I had to sit in my next lecture drenched in hot coffee and when I wanted to change during lunch I walked into my dorm just for my roommate to have another one night stand over, so I couldn’t change. And when I arrived at sips I was told that Zoe called in sick so I was alone and it was so full and these stupid frat boys were there so I had to work longer than my shift went and they made me spill oat milk on myself” by the end you were nearly crying again. If it wasn’t for Leighton giving you comfort you definitely would.

“See, I told you Zoe is evil” Whitney pointed out, receiving a glare from Leighton which made you chuckle a bit. The moment the sound left your mouth the blonde stopped glaring and instead smiled at you. “I’m sorry the day was so shitty” she then added.

“Oh, I know these frat boys they’re so rude. They always knock their coffee down on purpose” Kimberly said, hoping that that would help you.

“Did you take on of those anxiety pills?” Leighton asked.

“No, they’ve been empty for like three weeks but the pharmacy isn’t delivering them. I called like 60 times and I even went there but nothing. They’re ignoring me” you explained while playing with the blondes fingers to calm yourself down.

“Wait, are you still wearing the shirt with the oat milk on it?” Bela asked as her eyes wandered down to your shirt. You gave her a nod with your lips pressed into a thin line.

“Alright, get up. You’re going to change and then we are going to deal with the rest” you only whined, moving seemed really hard right now and you’d rather not do anything. But the blonde grabbed your hand and pulled you up and into her room. The others tried to give you privacy but couldn’t help the glance through the open door where they witnessed Leighton pulling the shirt over your head and helping you put on another one. You didn’t even need to be told to get on the bed, instead just immediately falling into it, burying your face in the pillow that smelled like your girlfriend.

“Are you gonna come cuddle?” Your voice was muffled due to the pillow which somehow made the whole thing even cuter to Leighton. She nodded and placed herself next to you so you could cuddle. The fact that you were now going to sleep while it wasn’t even 5 pm wasn’t something she liked as you’d definitely have problems sleeping later but she ultimately decided that an hour won’t hurt after the day you had. She’d just wake you up when it was time for dinner.

“No! I mean today, latest in 2 hours. I don’t care, we’ve been waiting for these meds for weeks now!” Leighton nearly screamed into the phone as she exited her room, “Look if you don’t want a lawsuit you’ll bring them in the next two hours. Oh trust me, I have the money to run you down until you do not have a penny anymore. Thank you very much” when she hung up the phone she saw three pair of eyes starring at her.

“What?” She asked her roommates.

“What was that?” Whitney asked, her brows furrowed while the rest also starred at her.

“That damn pharmacy that’s been blowing y/n off” she shrugged as she sat down next to Bela on the couch. “Oh, Kimberly. Do you still have that calming green tea?”

“Uhm, yeah I do. I think it’s in the drawer over there, take as many as you need” the girl pointed to a drawer close to the fridge making Leighton stand up to find the package.

“Great, thank you. I’m gonna get some of y/ns favorite snacks. Does anybody else want something?” After each of them added at least on snack she quickly walked to the small store on campus to get everything. Once she was back the medication was already in front of the door and she still had enough time to brew your tea before she wanted to wake you. “Alright everybody, here are your snacks” she announced as she placed their bag on the table, keeping yours safely stowed in her hand while she heated up a cup of water.

“Love, come on. Wake up, it’s dinner time soon” she carefully shook you awake before placing a soft kiss in your cheek.

“How long did I sleep?” You grumbled as you hid your face in her stomach, still way too sleepy to think clear. The way the blonde brushed her fingers through your hair nearly made fall back asleep.

“Like an hour, but it’s dinner time and you gotta eat something so up you go” she encouraged noticing your hesitation and the way your eyes were darting around endlessly. It was a typical thing you did when you got anxious. “Hey, it’s alright. I even got you your meds so your mind and body can relax a bit” She presented the meds and the tea to you after helping you sit up.

“Thank you” she only gave you a soft smile and wrapped an arm around you.

Not long after you sat in the cafeteria, just observing the discussion the table had while eating your food. Due to the medication you were a lot calmer, giving you time to rest. Your whole body leaned against Leightons something she actually encouraged. Except for Bela, who once saw Leighton and the first girl she knew of make out, no one of them had ever seen her this touchy with anybody.

“Hey what are you guys thinking about watching a movie before we go to sleep? There’s a new Netflix movie that I think we’d all enjoy” Kimberly suggested, earning a yes from everybody except Leighton who instead looked at you who said yes.

“Are you sure you’re up for this?” She whispered to you who was laying on her shoulder. You really liked Kimberly and she was scared that you were only too nice to say no. The nod you gave her didn’t convince her at all so you grabbed her chin to title her head down making it easier for you to press a kiss to her lips.

“I promise I’m up for this” you reassured again, she nodded at you and then at Kimberly who happily clapped her hands.

After all of you finished eating you redecorated the dorms common room so all of you could sit comfortably while watching the movie on the small projector Leighton bought during on of her shopping trips. You sat in front of your girlfriend, your back against her front with a blanket over your legs. To everybodies surprise the movie was actually good and all of you enjoyed it. At least until your eyelids became heavier and you drifted to sleep in her arms. When she noticed that you were asleep she pulled the blanket higher and pressed a kiss to your forehead mumbling a quiet ‘sleep well’.

“Who knew Leighton Murray could be such a softie?” Whitney grinned as she looked at you two earning an agreeing nod from the other two.

“What?!” The blonde asked visibly confused.

“Dude you’re a simp for your girl” Bela laughed enjoying the look on her roommates face.

“I am not” she argued back. “You’re so lucky she’s asleep otherwise I’d beat you up”

“Well, she’d kinda right. But like in a good way, you really care for her and it’s very sweet” Kimberly explained knowing that Leighton wouldn’t do anything to her as you liked her too much. Something that actually proved what she just said.

“Whatever! You guys are crazy” she complained feeling you stir slightly in her arms, “and now be quiet before you wake her”

“Simp” Bela whispered while turning her focus back on the movie only to miss the pillow that was chucked her way.

She knew that she was soft for you and she loved it, she loved you. But that wasn’t her roommates business.

[foreverisntenough]

‘Act II’

Summary: Attraction is like a gravitational pull that is undefinable and unavoidable. Unbeknownst to you, Jude had been keeping an eye on you since he caught a glimpse on his best friend’s girlfriend’s Instagram but he’s been loving his single life. You always were independent and know how to swim on your own but maybe you have been just treading water. Could the tides change on a holiday in Greece when you finally meet? It might get a little rocky but maybe you could be his paradise.

Index

Warnings: This series is 18+ MDNI

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! ‘Act II’ is interconnected to the 'You’re Mine' and 'Ours' Series but can read it independently.

Chapter 19 - 'Judey' | ‘Act II’

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After England’s match, Jude and Trent made their way up to the box seats where their family and friends had gathered. Whitney had been keeping a sharp eye out, and to your relief, she reported back that no old flames of Jude's had made an appearance. That news alone felt like a weight off your shoulders. Jude exchanged quick hellos with his family before Whitney approached him with a mischievous glint in her eyes. Without warning, she flicked behind his ear, right over the fresh tattoo. Jude yelped, immediately bringing his hand up to cover the still-tender spot.

“Ow! What the fuck?” he exclaimed, rubbing the ink protectively. Whitney laughed, her eyes twinkling with amusement. 

“She doesn’t think it’s real,” she teased. Jude chuckled, realizing exactly what Whitney was getting at. 

“No, she doesn’t,” he agreed, shaking his head with a grin. Whitney tilted her head, still laughing. “Well, it’s here,” Jude confirmed, rubbing his ear lightly. Just then, Trent walked over, carrying their daughter Teddy in his arms. He hadn’t even noticed the tattoo until now, but when he did, his eyes widened in shock. 

“What the fuck is that?” he asked, his voice laced with disbelief as he gestured to the small inked wings behind Jude’s ear. Whitney smiled wryly, shaking her head. 

“She’s gonna kill you,” she teased Jude, already imagining the long-winded conversation that was bound to follow once you two were together again. She tilted her head looking at the fine lines etched on him now. Jude smirked, nonchalant as ever. 

“Yeah, well, to the grave with this, no?” he said, flashing that cheeky grin that made it impossible to stay mad at him. Whitney rolled her eyes, smirking as she moved to playfully inspected Trent as though she might find a hidden tattoo for her or Teddy. Picking up his arm, turning his head dramatically. Of course, she knew there wasn’t one, but she exaggerated her search just to make a point. Trent, amused, grabbed her hand and kissed her engagement ring before pressing a soft kiss to Teddy’s head. He turned back to Whitney, his voice low and teasing.

“Yeah to the grave,” he mocked, as if confirming to her that he didn’t need a tattoo; they were engaged with a baby. Two very permanaces in their life. The wedding on the horizon and their child were more than enough. Whitney raised an eyebrow and smiled, leaning into Trent as their little family stood together, while Jude, still laughing, shook his head at the whirlwind of teasing and affection surrounding him. You couldn’t help but smile at it all, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement as you imagined what Jude’s tattoo really meant for the two of you.

“Judey!!!” Teddy squealed and squirmed in Trent’s arms, reaching out eagerly for Jude. She was frustrated it took him so long to say hello. Jude grunted dramatically as he picked her up, pretending she was as heavy as a sack of bricks. 

“Hi sorry! Sorry! Look at you, big girl!” he teased, his voice warm and affectionate. Teddy adored Jude, and once in his arms, she clung to him, burying her little face into his chest, cherishing every second of the rare moment she got to spend with him. Jude grinned down at her, rubbing her back gently. 

“You excited to go to New York for Mummy and Daddy’s wedding?” he asked, trying to get her in high spirits for the upcoming event. But Teddy had her own ideas. 

“Tay, I go with you, Judey,”Her version of ‘okay,’ she said firmly,  if it were the most logical plan in the world. She had no intention of letting Jude out of her sight. Jude laughed softly, shaking his head unfortunately having to tell her that wasn’t the case. 

“Nah, I wish, Ted. I’m gonna meet you there though,” he explained gently, brushing his thumb over her soft cheek as he watched her expression fall, her pouty lips pushing into a deep frown.

“Whys?” she asked, her tiny voice full of disappointment. Before Jude could answer, Whitney stepped in with a knowing smile. 

“Jude’s going with your Auntie Y/N, hmm?,” she said, her voice soothing as she reached for Teddy. “Come on, sweet girl,” she added, her arms open. But Teddy shook her head no with a cute little defiance, refusing to budge. She clung tighter to Jude, and he chuckled, clearly enjoying how attached she was. 

“Okay, you want to go back to Spain with me?” he asked, rubbing his nose against her cheek affectionately. Teddy nodded eagerly, her big eyes hopeful. 

“Alright, mate. This is my child now, yeah?” Jude looked over at Trent, trying to keep a straight face as he teased.  Trent laughed, shaking his head. 

“Sure, mate. You’ll love a good cry before bed tonight and then a 5 a.m. wake-up tomorrow,” he quipped, knowing full well that Teddy was a handful when you had her longer than for an hours time. Jude grinned, holding Teddy tight as she giggled. 

“Yeah, deal, we’ll have the best time without you anyways” he said, giving Trent a playful wink, though everyone knew he’d be giving Teddy back the moment the first cry came. Whitney smiled warmly at the scene. 

“Yeah… everyone just loves Judey, huh?” she said with a bit of tease watching her daughter bask in the attention Jude always showered her with. It was hard not to feel a pang of admiration for how Jude effortlessly made Teddy feel special, just as he did with everyone else, you especially. Whitney valued him as a friend but ever the hopeful romantic, she was more than happy with how things were panning out with you and him. 

Jude and Trent sat quietly in the stands, the atmosphere of the match lingering in the air as the crowd dissipated, leaving the stadium hushed and intimate. Inside the box, friends and family murmured softly, catching up after the excitement of the game, though muffled to them now. Teddy was perched on Jude’s knee, her tiny England jersey wrinkling as she squirmed happily, her chubby hands reaching for anything within her grasp. As Trent and Jude caught up, the conversation naturally turned toward the fast-approaching wedding. Trent sighed, leaning back into his seat, his nerves finally spilling out.

“Honestly mate… I’m getting a bit scared, man,” Trent admitted, his voice low but earnest. “Not scared about the wedding, you know? I want it more than anything. I’m just… nervous I won’t be enough for Whit. As a husband. As a dad for Ted.” Trent self consciously admitted.  Jude nodded, his hand gently brushing over Teddy’s tiny fingers, feeling the weight of Trent’s words. 

“Yeah, I’ve never been in the position but I can imagine,” Jude said softly. “But you’ve already been enough, Trent. Look at her,” Jude glanced at Teddy with a warm smile, “She adores you. And Whit—she’s in love with you, mate. There’s no doubts. Been a whirlwind, bro. This is the easy bit.” Jude smiled. Trent smiled back faintly but still seemed to carry the weight of his worries. Jude, feeling the honesty of the moment, glanced over at his friend and let out a breath, his own nerves beginning to unravel in the open. “Truth is,” Jude began, his voice quieter, “I hate to admit it but you’ve put a lot in perspective for me. I didn’t really get what you were doing before I properly hung out with you and Whit together and even then I felt like ‘yeah, good for them’ but then rapidly it spiraled into almost an enviable thing. I’ve been thinking a lot about that so much now. About forever. What that looks like. How to make that happen” He paused, shifting Teddy slightly in his arms as she nuzzled against him. “With her.” Trent’s eyes widened, turning to look at Jude fully. 

“You’re serious?” he asked, his eyebrows raised, the surprise clear in his voice. Jude gave a small smile, glancing down at Teddy before gently poking her soft tummy, making her giggle.

“I want it. Forever. Yeah, if she would want it. Sometimes things swing so quick from this place of real stability to a place where I feel like I don’t know her and I want the stability all the time. I want to give her that.” Jude sighed as his own confessional spilled out. “I see you with your family and sure, you can gloat but, I see it and I think to myself… that makes so much sense. I see that for me. It’s what I want.” Jude kept ranting, feeling a cross between embarrassment at being so open and reluctance because he could see the smug smile on Trent’s face grow. 

“I get it.” Trent cooed and Jude felt relieved momentarily. “I’m inspirational.” Trent quipped not missing the opportunity. Jude rolled his eyes but Trent kept talking. “Nah, honest, bro, it’s the best thing in the world. You just have to do it. Just make some moves. What are you waiting for?” Trent asked Jude with both seriousness and smugness. 

“Well, I’m just trying to keep my mouth shut about anything until the wedding,” Jude teased. “Can’t steal your thunder, mate.” Jude teased before he flicked his eyes toward Teddy, “And you, little Teddy bear, you can’t tell anyone, okay? Not even mummy please.” He cooed gently. Teddy hadn’t really followed the conversation. She’d lost interest ages ago so she just giggled in response, completely oblivious to the significance of the conversation, but her laughter lightened the mood. Jude ruffled her curls as Trent chuckled. “It’s crazy, though,” Jude continued, “how it shifts. You go from being the main man, everyone’s eyes on you, to suddenly all you care about is someone else. Feels like you lose yourself in her, but you don’t want to find your way back, you know? It’s safer there, out from under the floodlights.” He explained. Trent nodded in agreement, his expression softening. 

“Yeah… I know exactly what you mean. It’s like all the noise quiets when I’m with Whit and Teddy. It’s not about being the footballer, this character anymore, it’s just about them. I agree it’s safer which seems strange to say but it’s true.” Trent concurred.  Jude smiled, understanding more than words could convey. He unintentionally rubbed his thumb over the faint tattoo behind his ear, the fresh ink still a bit sore.

 “That’s why the tattoo made sense for me, man. It’s like, I swear I play better just knowing she’s with me. Like… a bit more grounded.” Jude exhaled. Jude and Trent’s relationship went far beyond the pitch moments like this even though they’d probably never say it. Along with their significant others, they probably felt safest with each other. No one really understood it quite like the other did. Although a  little joke here and there always kept their friendship harmoniously in balance. 

“Gotta keep getting tattoos if that’s the trick then. Apparently you played better than I did tonight, mate. Not sure you deserved man of the match over me but I’m glad that tattoo helped you not play like shit.” Trent let out a hearty laugh, clapping Jude on the back. Jude laughed, but before he could reply, Teddy suddenly piped up, trying to correct Trent with her little voice, 

“Dada! My daddy is best, tay?” Teddy moved off Judes lap crawling across him and a seat in between them to get to her dad. Teddy had really only heard Trent say Jude played better than him and as much as she loved Jude… no one was daddy and certainly no one was better than daddy. “Judey!” Teddy’s head whipped back towards Jude as she clung to Trent. “Daddy is best, tay?” She explained adamantly. Both boys burst out laughing as Trent teasingly tickled her, sending Teddy into a fit of giggles, her joy infectious. The moment was warm, filled with unspoken support and understanding, two young men navigating love, family, and everything in between, finding comfort in the simplicity of it all.

After England’s match, watching Trent and Whitney with Teddy stirred something in Jude. He had planned to visit you, but the thought of waiting any longer became unbearable. He booked a flight to New York on impulse, unable to stand the distance anymore. When his flight landed, you were still in the gallery, working late. The day had been draining, and you were so exhausted that you hadn’t even bothered to lock the door. You were scribbling notes when you heard the soft creak of it opening. Without looking up, you assumed it was a straggling guest, someone who had stayed too long.

“Still open?” a familiar voice asked, low and teasing. An accent you hadn’t anticipated to hear unless you picked up your phone. Your head snapped up in disbelief. There he was, standing in the doorway—Jude, with that soft smile and those warm eyes. 

“Oh… Oh my god!” you shrieked, jumping up from your desk and running over to him. Your foot nearly caught on the leg of it, causing you to stumble. He caught you mid-fall, his arms wrapping around your waist as he grabbed you, spinning you around. The world felt like it slowed down in those moments. He pressed a kiss to your lips, one that was full of all the time you’d spent apart. When he set you down, you were still breathless, holding onto him as if he might disappear if you let go. “You’re here,” you whispered, your voice thick with emotion.

“I couldn’t wait any longer, Angel,” he said softly, brushing a stray hair behind your ear. “Missed you too much to wait.” He kissed your forehead. “Come on, show me this great exhibit that’s been taking up all your time,” He said, tugging you gently further into the gallery. You laughed, a mixture of shock and joy as you held his hand tight. Jude’s arm draped around your waist. You tried to delay and talk to him about anything but the gallery that held too much of your attention lately but he just hummed disapprovingly with a shake of the head. As you pointed out each piece, explaining the concepts behind them, he held you close, always touching you in some small way—his fingers brushing yours, his hand resting on the small of your back. Eventually, he stood behind you, wrapping his arms around you fully, his chin nestled against your shoulder. The warmth of him was so comforting, so grounding, like he belonged here with you in this moment. “You know,” he murmured into your ear, his voice a soft, low rumble, “I’m thinking… we’ve gotta get you a gallery in Madrid, yeah?” You smiled, leaning your head back against him, feeling a sense of peace wash over you.

“Yeah?” you echoed, teasing a little, but the thought filled you with excitement. The idea of Madrid being not just his home, but yours too, made your heart flutter.

“Yeah,” he said again, his lips brushing your cheek. “I want you there… with me. Always.” You turned in his arms, resting your forehead against his as your hands traced the curve of his back.

“Always,” you whispered back, sealing the promise between you two as you pressed your lips to his again, overwhelmed with how much you had missed him, and how right it felt now that he was here.After walking him through the new exhibit, you suddenly gasped, “Wait, wait, wait!” Your hands reached up instinctively to cup his face, gently turning his head to the side.

“What’s wrong?” Jude asked, his eyes searching yours. You pouted, brushing your thumb over the fresh ink behind his ear. 

“Wow…” you whispered softly, admiring the delicate tattoo. The small angel wings seemed so personal, so him, and yet, so much of you. His hand found its way to your waist, his thumb tracing slow circles on your skin, grounding you both. 

“Is it… okay?” he asked, his voice quiet, almost uncertain. He wasn’t asking if you liked it; there was a deeper layer to his question, like he was genuinely nervous, as if he could take it off if you weren’t comfortable with it.You gently turned his head back toward you, your thumb now caressing over the slightly raised skin of his tattoo.

 “It’s perfect,” you said, your voice steady, filled with affection. “You didn’t have to do this, Jude. I’m with you no matter what.” Your eyes locked onto his, making sure he understood. Jude let out a small breath, a subtle relief washing over his features. 

“It helps me though,” he confessed, his lips ghosting against your forehead. “Knowing for sure… That I have you… knowing right where you are.” Jude inhaled taking you in.  

“Yeah, just tucked behind your ear.” You giggled. “So, did you hear me tell you your first touch was shit during the match?” teasing him with a playful smirk. You smiled against his neck, leaning in close to whisper to him. Jude rolled his eyes, the tension between you easing with the familiar banter. 

“You’re kidding.” He pulled back from you. You laughed softly, running your hand over his hair keeping him close.

“Of course I am,” you whispered. “Did you hear me though? I was telling you how amazing you were? How beautiful you looked every minute of the 90?” You cooed gently. He hummed, the sound vibrating against you as he soaked in your compliments. 

“Yeah, I did,” he said, his voice low, appreciative. Then, after a brief pause, Jude asked quietly, “Have you ever thought about getting a tattoo for anyone before?” He asked unintentionally openly not really deeping just what he was asking you was implying. You shook your head, a firm and honest no, and you could see a flicker of panic in his eyes, a vulnerability he rarely let show. But before he could overthink it, you leaned in closer, pressing your lips gently to the skin near his ear.

“No one’s ever been you, Jude,” you whispered against his skin, the truth of your words sinking into the air between you.

That evening, you were lying comfortably in bed, your head resting on the pillow when Jude, sitting beside you with his Mac, suddenly turned toward you with a mischievous look.

“You remember how they’ve been working on that YouTube series with me?” he asked, his tone casual, but the smirk tugging at his lips hinted at something more.You nodded with a hum, vaguely recalling him mentioning it. You’d always assumed it was football-related, so you hadn’t really pressed for details. After all, you knew when cameras were around at matches, but you’d stayed pretty out of that part of his life, avoiding them when they followed into dinners or popped up at awards ceremonies you were at. Jude leaned in closer, his smirk growing. “They just sent me the footage of me getting my tattoo. I wanted to film it… Wanna see?” He asked. Your brows furrowed a little in confusion, but curiosity quickly replaced it. You nodded again, this time staying silent, unsure of what to expect. You snuggled into his chest as he turned the screen toward you, your head nestled comfortably against him as the video began to play. The footage opened with Jude in a tattoo studio, laid out on the table, his eyes darting between the camera and the tattoo artist. His usual calm but cheeky demeanor was front and center. 

“Why the Angel?” The man behind the camera asked Jude. Jude smiled, his expression softening, though he kept it light. 

“I don’t need a tattoo of a trophy. That’s what cabinets are for,” he replied with a playful shrug. It was fairly common for footie players to get some of their accolades tattooed on them but Jude felt otherwise apparently. The humor in his voice made your chest tighten with affection. He was keeping things between you and him, private even on camera. 

“Is she gonna get one too?” meaning you. The cameraman pushed again. Jude chuckled, the glint in his eyes visible even through the screen, shrugging nonchalantly. 

“Who knows?” he answered, cheeky as always, leaving the conversation teasing and open-ended. You watched in silence, the entire moment feeling surreal. If someone didn’t know the context, it would come off as a casual, fun exchange, but you knew better. Your heart thudded in your chest as the tattoo artist finished, wrapping the fresh angel wings in a plaster. The camera zoomed in on the tattoo, the fine lines and delicate detail just as you remembered. But then Jude turned his head to the camera, his devastatingly handsome smile flashing for the world to see as he said, “Angel, don’t kill me.” He winked. 

“Your girlfriend’s gonna kill you.” The camera man added. You couldn’t help but burst into laughter, pushing at his chest playfully. 

“Oh my God, Jude!” you gasped, half in disbelief, half in sheer adoration. Jude chuckled, closing the laptop and pulling you closer into his arms, his face still carrying that self-satisfied grin. 

“What d’you think? I got it for you… but, I mean, the world can know too.” You nestled into him, pressing a kiss to his chest. 

“I think you’re insane,” you said with a laugh. “But I love it. And… maybe it was a little sweet.” You giggled. He kissed the top of your head, the warmth of his body radiating into yours. 

“Good. ’Cause I’d do it all over again.” He told you with another kiss. 

“D’you want me to get one?” The next morning, you were standing in front of the mirror, brushing your teeth when the question tumbled out between suds, muffled by the toothbrush still in your mouth. Jude, sitting on the edge of the bed, looked up from his phone, brow furrowing in confusion. 

“What?” He had no idea what you meant, not to mention what you actually said. He got up and strolled over to you, cheekily pulling the toothbrush out of your mouth with a grin. “Say that again?” You spit into the sink, wiped your mouth, and turned to face him.

“Do you want me to get a tattoo? Like, since you got one for me?” Jude’s grin softened into a thoughtful expression. 

“I’m not making you get one, and I’d never ask you to,” he replied sincerely, pulling you closer by your waist. “But I wouldn’t stop you either,” he added with a playful glint in his eyes. You giggled, teasing him as you wiped your mouth again. 

“Maybe I’ll surprise you one day.” You cooed. He chuckled, his eyes lighting up at the idea, but then his tone shifted slightly, a little more serious but still soft. 

“Hey, speaking of the tattoo… You mind if I keep that footage in the series? The bit with the you know the whole angel/ girlfriend thing?” It was still on your mind, but his question caught you off guard, making you pause. You turned back to face him, now more focused. 

“You really want to keep that in?” you asked, a little surprised but curious. He nodded. 

“Yeah, I mean… there’s a lot left to film this year still, but it’s part of everything, you know?” His tone was casual, but his eyes held a flicker of something deeper. “You’re a part of everything. I wanted to ask though… would you be willing to be more, like, in it?” You raised an eyebrow, toothbrush back in your hand, giving him a skeptical look. 

“In it, like how?” You questioned hesitantly but not declining.

“Just in general,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck, trying to explain. “Not hidden away so much. Like Jobe—he’s in it, but it’s clear how important he is. I guess I want that too, with you.” He told you but you couldn’t help but laugh, teasing him. 

“So you want me to be like your brother?” You giggled. Jude groaned in mock disapproval, wrapping his arms around your waist and pressing a kiss to your neck. 

“Nah,” he murmured, his lips brushing your skin. “You’re much too pretty.” He corrected you. You giggled as he held you close, the playful warmth between you lingering as his words sank in. There was something deeper there, a quiet statement about how much you meant to him—enough that he wanted the world to see you as a part of his life, even if not the main focus. Just like that tattoo, a subtle mark, but something that would always be there.

Whitney’s Manhattan apartment buzzed with a surreal energy as the reality of her wedding week set in. You were seated with Whitney, Winnie, Trent, and Teddy, all of you tucked into their cozy living room, Jude out busy with a work commitment he set up to do whilst he was in town. The final touches for the wedding were in full swing, but amidst all the excitement, you found yourself leaning back into the sofa, running your fingers through your hair as an idea spilled out of your mouth without much thought.

“I think I’m going to get the tattoo,” you said aloud to the room. The room paused. For a moment, all eyes were on you. Then, almost on cue, Winnie was the first to react, her mouth dropping open dramatically, her face lighting up with exaggerated shock.

“Oh, I love this for you!” She yelped. “My sister’s out here legally committing to Trent and you’re thinking of physically committing to Jude? I love this.” She teased, eyes sparkling with amusement as she leaned forward, crossing her arms over her knees. The sarcasm in her voice was thick, but you could see the twinkle of mischief. Trent, who had been lounging with Teddy on his lap, raised an eyebrow, looking at you with his usual calm demeanor. 

“You don’t have to do that, you know,” he said, trying to sound practical. “No one’s making you get a tattoo.” He tried to tell you but before he could finish, Whitney, always the one to champion a bold decision, shook her head vigorously, cutting him off.

“Excuse me? Jude got his first tattoo ever for her,” she said, leaning back with a grin as she emphasized each word. “First! If she’s already got a couple of others, then she can definitely get something for him. I mean, it’s only fair, right? Just get his name nice and small.” She cheekily told you. Winnie’s eyes widened as she put her hand over her chest like she was having a heart attack. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa,” she interjected dramatically. “Okay, but you cannot get Jude’s name tattooed on you. Nope, absolutely not.” She waved her hand in the air as if trying to physically dismiss the idea. “He didn’t get your name. You can’t be out here doing that. You can be end game but no names.” Laughter erupted around the room. You couldn’t help but shake your head, a shy smile playing on your lips as you tried to process the whirlwind of opinions being thrown your way. Among the chaos, Teddy, who had been watching the adults with wide, curious eyes, suddenly let out a squeal of joy. Wiggling off Winnie’s lap, she toddled over to you, arms stretched up toward you, her favorite word on her lips.

“Judey!” She yelped. Everyone melted at the sound of her little voice, and you bent down, scooping her up in your arms. 

“What do you think Teddy girl,  what should I get?” you asked her playfully, rocking her gently in your arms. Teddy looked up at you with her big, innocent eyes, and without fully understanding what was happening, she clung to you with a tight hug. 

“Judey,” she repeated, burying her face against your neck. You could feel her warm little body relax into yours, and your heart melted a little bit more. Trent let out a deep chuckle from across the room, leaning back and shaking his head

“Yeah? Judey? Teddy girl. I bet he’d love that.” Trent teased, raising his eyebrows as he teased you. “You know Jude would actually kill you if you did that.” Trent laughed imagining his reaction. Whitney giggled, placing a kiss on Teddy’s chubby belly as the little girl squirmed in your arms.

“Good idea my beautiful girl. ‘Judey’ is a great suggestion, baby,” she cooed, glancing up at you with a mischievous grin. “My baby is so smart,” she added, kissing Teddy again as the little one wriggled and giggled in your arms. Winnie, ever the comedian, wasn’t about to let the conversation die. 

“You think Jude would kill her? Nah, that’s the thing. He’d probably love it.” She leaned forward, eyes twinkling with amusement. “I bet he’d be like, ‘Yeah, mate, that’s my girl, forever. She’s got my name inked on her body now.’” Doing her best brummie accent  You couldn’t help but laugh, your mind swirling between the absurdity of the conversation and the fact that, deep down, there was a small part of you that was seriously considering it. Teddy’s innocent love for Jude, the playful banter in the room, the overwhelming excitement of the wedding—it was all mixing together into a surreal, joyous atmosphere. You shifted Teddy in your arms, still smiling, but a small seed of possibility had been planted. Maybe Winnie wasn’t entirely wrong. Maybe Jude would love it.

It was the day before the wedding, you and Jude were back at your apartment, stealing a moment of peace before the event tonight. The space felt intimate, far removed from the chaos of the wedding preparations. And while the world outside was all about Whitney and Trent’s big day, your world, in this moment, was just about the two of you.

"You look... incredible." He cooed with a grin. You were stood in front of a big mirror fixing your hair. You smirked, feeling happy with the compliment. 

"Really? You’re very sweet baby.” You giggled. You turned around, giving him a full look of your stunning figure in the black sequined dress, although the back was not entirely zipped yet and the fabric striped, one panel sequined, the others sheer. You knew he'd be eager to get his hands on you in this dress.  The zipper undone, but not enough to reveal what lay hidden beneath although you hope the sheer fabric didn't ruin your surprise. "Need your help with this, baby” you purred, looking at him through the mirror. Jude's eyes lit up with excitement, and he eagerly stepped closer, his warm breath tickling the back of your neck.

“Nah, don’t think so. Not when you look like this.” Jude cooed.He stepped closer. His hands gently found the zipper of your dress, his fingers grazing your skin. The soft touch sent a shiver down your spine, making your breath hitch for a second. Jude’s hands were warm and firm, confident as always. But instead of pulling the zipper up, he paused. Without a word, his hands lingered, sliding down to the small of your back. His touch grew more deliberate, and before you could ask what he was doing, he slowly began pulling the dress off your shoulders. You turned slightly, catching a glimpse of his face in the mirror—his eyes dark with intent, but then they dropped lower, and a glint of surprise lit up his expression. You had got one.  You were so excited for Jude to see the tattoo you had gotten done.  It was a bold move, sure, but you knew he'd appreciate the gesture, especially since he had gotten his first. You were looking irresistible in a tight-fitting dress that hugged every curve of your body. Your eyes sparkling full of mischief. You let out a soft moan as the fabric slid down, baring your smooth skin. It cascaded down your body, the fabric slipping away until it was pooled at your feet.  His lips followed the path of the dress, placing soft kisses along your shoulder blades and down your spine, making you shiver with anticipation. As the dress fell to the floor leaving you exposed, Jude's eyes widened in surprise.  

"Angel… seriously, what the fuck is this.” He asked, his voice husky with desire. His fingers traced the curve of your hip, just above the swell of your ass, where a small, delicate tattoo was hidden, a little number ‘5’ etched on you now. “Nah… what is this?" He asked again truly a bit in disbelief. You giggled playfully, turning your head to give him a seductive glance over your shoulder. 

"Oh, what? That? Just a little something for you, baby," you whispered, feeling a rush of excitement as you revealed your little secret. Jude's cheeks flushed with a mixture of embarrassment and arousal. 

"For me? Baby... I honestly didn’t think you’d ever get one," he stammered, his thumb gently rubbing over the ink, his touch sending shivers down your spine.

"Do you like it?" you teased, swaying your hips slightly, the tattoo sitting just above the lace of your black thong. "It’s just for you.” You giggled. Jude's eyes darkened with desire. 

"I love it," he growled, his hands gripping your hips firmly. He pulled you close, he could feel his cock getting harder and harder rapidly. "And I can't wait to show you how much I love it."  He kneaded your ass kissing over your skin. Jude slowly sank onto his knees, his hands gliding down your thighs, pushing the lace fabric of your thong aside. He planted soft kisses along the inside of your thighs, making you squirm with anticipation. His warm breath teased your sensitive skin, and you couldn't help but moan. 

"Oh, Jude, please… fuck.” You whined. He looked up at you with a devilish grin, his eyes full of lust. 

"Just relax f’me, baby," he whispered, before diving in. You gasped as his fingers parted your folds and his tongue followed in their wake. He moved swiftly and aggressively. He hummed and the vibrations made the knot in your stomach tighten almost immediately. His tongue found your sweet spot, licking and flicking, sending waves of pleasure through your body. He teased your clit, sucking and nibbling gently, while his fingers slid inside you, curling and stroking your wetness. Your moans filled the room as Jude ate you out with skill and passion.You leaned forward hands pressing into the mirror. His other hand gripped your ass pulling your ass cheeks apart. He was determined to make you cum, and you couldn't hold back any longer. Your body trembled as the orgasm built, and with one final flick of his tongue, you cried out, your juices flowing freely as pleasure washed over you. Your legs twitching in pleasure.“Good fucking girl. My girl” He told you with a smug smile rubbing his thumb over the ‘5’ tattoo as your chest heaving from your orgasm. He kissed his way up your thighs, along the curve of your ass, and then up your spine, planting soft kisses and gentle bites along the way. When he reached your neck, he sucked and nipped at the sensitive skin, making you shiver with renewed desire. "God, you taste so fucking good," he growled, his hands gripping your hips tightly. He stood up, positioning himself behind you, and pressed your body against the mirror. 

“Please, baby.” You whimpered desperate for more of Jude. You looked in the mirror at your naked body being caressed by his big hands while he placed kisses along your back, your shoulder, and then up your neck again coming to your ear. 

“Wanna be a good girl and bend over for me.?”  He cooed. You agreed immediately without a word and pushed your ass back on him leaning over further. You hummed feeling his hard cock against you. Your eyes looked back at him through the mirror as he looked down at you pumping his cock slowly with his hand. Dragging his tip leaking precum over your soaked pussy. Feeling him press his cock against your clit had you immediately whining. With one swift motion, he entered you from behind, his thick cock filling you completely. It didn’t take long for him to find a rhythm. He began to thrust, his hips slamming against your ass, his balls slapping against your skin. 

"Oh, fuck, Jude!" you cried out, your hands gripping the mirror to steady yourself. He grabbed your ass hard as wet slapping sounds filled the room. Jude pounded into you, his hands roaming over your body, squeezing and caressing your breasts, his fingers pinching your nipples. He whispered dirty words in your ear, telling you how tight you felt, how much he loved your tattoo, how you were his,  and how he was going to make you cum again. Your bodies moved in perfect sync, the slick sounds of your passion filling the room. You could feel your orgasm building again, and Jude's breath grew ragged as he neared his peak. 

"Cum for me, angel," he grunted, reaching around you, his fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in circles as he slammed into you.  You couldn't hold back any longer. With a cry of pleasure, you came hard around his cock, your pussy milking him as you both rode the waves of ecstasy. Jude threw his head back, digging his hands into the soft skin of your ass more. Your walls still pulsating around him. You were dripping down your shaking legs.  Jude followed you, groaning as he filled you with his hot cum, his body shuddering against yours. As your hearts slowed and your breathing returned to normal, Jude turned you around and kissed you deeply, his hands still caressing your body. "That tattoo... it's the sexiest thing I've ever seen," he whispered, his eyes full of love and desire. “So good f'me. You okay, angel?” He asked a bit quieter, resting his nose against yours. You smiled, feeling incredibly satisfied and loved.

"I'm so happy you like it, baby" you purred, running your fingers over his hair. "And I’m really happy with the way you showed me even more." You laughed softly, your fingers tracing the line of his jaw as you looked up at him. He hummed in agreement.  Jude’s hands slid up to cradle your face, his forehead now pressing gently against yours. 

“Angel, thank you” he murmured, his lips brushing against yours in a fleeting kiss. There was something intense about the way he was looking at you, like he couldn’t believe you were really there, standing in front of him, wearing his number inked on your skin. Jude’s smile deepened, his eyes locking onto yours. He didn’t need to say anything for you to know how much it meant to him. “I really really do love it,” he whispered, his voice filled with warmth and appreciation. “I love you,” he added, pulling you close, his arms wrapping securely around your waist. The way he held you then, with so much care, made your heart ache in the best possible way. The tattoo, the moment, everything felt right. Jude leaned down, kissing you softly, deeply, before murmuring against your lips, “Looks like we’re really stuck with each other now, yeah?”

“Guess so. Forever, huh?” You whispered back, your voice filled with emotion and inquiry. The weight of the moment hit you—how far you’d both come, how much love there was between you.  For a long moment, you just stood there, wrapped in each other’s arms, the world outside forgotten. The dinner, the wedding preparations—it all faded away. Right now, it was just the two of you. 

“Forever, angel. But we should probably get you back in that dress now though, yeah? Wouldn’t want to be late for the rehearsal dinner.” Jude gave you a cheeky smile. You giggled, stepping out of his embrace to grab your dress from the floor. 

“Yeah, yeah, but it’s your fault,” you teased, “You’re the one who took it off me. I had asked you to zip it up if you remember.” You giggled teasingly. Jude raised an eyebrow as he reached for his own suit pants.

“I think you’re the one who distracted me, Angel,” he replied with a wink, gesturing to the tattoo on you. As he zipped up your dress (properly this time), you felt lighter, like a weight had lifted. The evening ahead might be about Whitney and Trent, but you had this quiet moment with Jude to hold on to. His love, his steady presence—it was everything you needed. You gave yourself one last glance in the mirror and then turned to Jude. He was fully dressed, looking impossibly handsome in his tailored suit, and when he caught your eye, his expression softened.

“You really do look incredible,” he said, his voice low and genuine.

“Thank you,” you replied, feeling your cheeks warm under his gaze. You took a deep breath, feeling ready for the night ahead. “Let’s go.” As you stepped out of the apartment and into the bustling city, Jude took your hand, giving it a small squeeze. 

“I still can’t believe you got that tattoo.” He leaned down to whisper in your ear. You smiled up at him, your heart full. 

“Believe it.” He chuckled, shaking his head slightly as the two of you walked towards the Plaza, hand in hand. The air was charged with anticipation. The formal rehearsal dinner was looming, set at the ornate Plaza Hotel, a nod to Whitney’s glamorous mother’s impeccable taste. The hotel was dripping with opulence—golden chandeliers, high ceilings, and floral arrangements that felt straight out of a royal affair. It was grand, sophisticated, probably a little intimidating for some but you knew the place well. The moment you stepped into the grand ballroom, it felt like stepping into one of Whitney’s Pinterest boards—lavish floral arrangements, cascading lights, soft music floating through the air. You squeezed Jude’s hand, feeling a little emotional. 

“They’re really getting married,” you murmured, a bit of a pout forming as the weight of the moment hit you. Jude smiled down at you, giving your hand a comforting squeeze. 

“Yeah, mad innit?” He smirked. You glanced around, soaking in the extravagant yet personal details that Whitney had dreamed about for so long. She wasn’t doing the traditional bridesmaids thing, but you and Winnie, of course, were her unofficial girls. The ones who’d been there through all of it. Suddenly, a burst of giggles echoed through the room, and you turned just in time to see a little blur of excitement barreling towards Jude. Teddy, in her adorable tiny dress, was running full speed, her little feet shuffling or stumbling across the ornate carpet, eyes locked on her target.

“Your other girlfriend’s here.” You couldn’t help but laugh, nudging Jude with a teasing smile. He looked at you, momentarily confused, until he too heard the giggles. His face lit up when he saw Teddy, and he immediately squatted down, opening his arms wide. 

“Uh Oh!!!! Look who it is! Come here, Teddy bear! I told you I’d see you so soon!” Teddy let out another squeal, launching herself into Jude’s arms with all the energy her little body could muster. Jude scooped her up effortlessly, her giggles filling the space as she nestled her head into the crook of his neck. 

“Judey!” she exclaimed, overjoyed. You couldn’t help but smile at the sight of them, warmth spreading through your chest. 

“Wow, looks like I’ve got serious competition,” you teased, watching how much Teddy adored him. Jude grinned, pressing a kiss to Teddy’s temple. 

“Guess you do. But she’s been my Teddy girl since day one, haven’t you, Ted?” Jude cooed teasingly. Teddy giggled in response, wrapping her little arms around Jude’s neck as if she had no intention of letting go. It was hard to tell who was more attached—her or Jude. Marcel, slightly out of breath from trying to keep up with Teddy the escapee, finally caught up and chuckled at the scene unfolding. 

“Obviously she spotted ‘Judey’ from a mile away.” He shook his head mocking Teddy’s name for him. You laughed, reaching out to fix Teddy’s dress before letting your hand rest gently on Jude’s arm. 

“Can’t blame her. He’s pretty popular these days.” You smirked. Jude gave you a playful smirk, 

“Guess I’ll just have to split my time this weekend between you two, then.” You rolled your eyes fondly, but your heart swelled at the sweetness of the moment. The venue, the wedding, the whole night—it was meant to be about Whitney and Trent. But right here, right now, in this quiet little corner of their big day, you had your own piece of joy. You grinned, moving slightly to cup Teddy’s chubby cheek. 

“Will you share Judey with me, Teddy girl?” you asked in a sweet voice, hoping for some mercy from her. Without hesitation, Teddy shook her head, her little face scrunched in a stubborn pout. 

“No tanks,” she said with certainty, as if it wasn’t even up for debate. You gasped dramatically, then glanced over at Marcel, raising an eyebrow with amusement. 

“What about Celly? Can I hang out with him then?” Teddy giggled, once again shaking her head vigorously with another ‘no!’ “Oh my goodness!” you exclaimed, tickling her sides as she squealed in delight, her little body squirming in Jude’s arms. “You just love having all the boys to yourself, huh?” Suddenly, Winnie appeared behind you, wrapping her arms around you in a playful hug. 

“Takes after her auntie, doesn’t she?” she teased, her grin matching the mischievous glint in her eyes. You rolled your eyes, but couldn’t help laughing. Jude attempted to set Teddy down, but as soon as her feet touched the ground, she looked up at him like he’d lost his mind. 

“No, Judey!” she whined, her tiny hands clinging onto his shirt with desperation. Jude chuckled, scooping her back up with ease. 

“Alright, alright,” he said, still smiling at her. But then, he pulled you in with his free arm, tucking you against him and kissing the top of your head. “But you’re gonna have to share me just a little, yeah?” he said, glancing between you and Teddy. The conversation flowed easily, the four of you—Marcel, Winnie, Jude, and you—catching up while Jude balanced Teddy on his hip. But then, mid-conversation, Teddy pressed her small palm against Jude’s cheek, looking at him with wide, innocent eyes.

“Judey,” she began, her voice soft and serious. “Marry my Y/N? Like daddy ‘n mama?” The question hung in the air for a moment, causing a ripple of quiet surprise. You felt your heart skip a beat, and you glanced at Jude, wondering how he’d respond. Jude, ever the smooth talker, smiled warmly at Teddy. 

“Maybe one day, Teddy bear,” he said softly, his eyes flickering to you with a mix of affection and something deeper. “What do you think? Would that be okay?” Teddy seemed to think it over seriously for a moment, then nodded, satisfied with his answer. 

“Tay,” she said simply, resting her head on his shoulder with a contented sigh. Winnie, standing beside you, let out a small chuckle. 

“Well, well, we’ll… maybe one day,” she whispered a tease, squeezing your arm gently. You smiled, your heart swelling at the sweetness of it all. Jude’s arm stayed around you, holding you close, as if he knew Teddy’s innocent question wasn’t all that far from the truth. Jude was an unofficial babysitter.  She just wouldn’t leave your man alone. So, later that evening, as the night carried on with laughter and music drifting through the air, Teddy clung to Jude like she always did, her wide, curious eyes locked on him. She had been watching everything, from her daddy and mummy sharing kisses and whispers, to the way everyone was smiling and talking about how happy they were. And now, in the innocence of her thoughts, she turned to Jude with her serious question from earlier still bubbling in her little mind.

“Judey,” she asked, tugging at his sleeve to get his full attention. Jude looked down at her with an amused smile. 

“What’s up, Ted?” He asked her. 

“Whys?” Her little face scrunched up as she mulled over the words before finally blurting out, 

“Why what?” Jude asked, leaning down slightly to be closer to her level. He had a feeling she was about to hit him with one of those toddler questions that had no easy answer. Teddy furrowed her brows, clearly grappling with something that didn’t quite add up in her head. 

“Why no marry?” she asked, nodding toward you, her small hand pointing across the room where you stood, engaged in conversation. Jude blinked in surprise, caught off guard. He had expected a question about the cake or her dress, but she was still on about marriage. He chuckled softly, shifting her weight in his arms. 

“Why haven’t I married her?” he repeated, as if testing the question out loud to himself. He didn’t wasn’t even sure Teddy even knew that’s what was happening but clearly she did and she wasn’t letting it go. She nodded again, her eyes wide and serious. 

“You love?” she asked, her voice small but certain. Jude’s grin softened, his gaze flickering over to you.

“Yeah, I love her so much,” he confirmed, the words so easy to say but carrying a weight that made his chest tighten in the best way. Teddy’s little head tilted to the side, her tiny mind working overtime. 

“But loves you?” she asked, as if confirming her hypothesis. In her world, love was simple. You loved someone, you married them. Simple. Jude laughed again, realizing how straightforward the world was in Teddy’s eyes. 

“Yeah, she loves me,” he told her, a little smile pulling at the corner of his mouth. “But we haven’t known each other as long as your daddy’s known mummy,” he added, thinking maybe that would help explain things. Teddy’s expression didn’t change. She stared at him, clearly unimpressed by his answer. 

“But loves you,” she repeated, as if that was the only thing that mattered. Jude opened his mouth to reply but paused, realizing there was no use in explaining the complicated world of relationships to a toddler. Teddy wasn’t interested in timing or logic—just love. He glanced at you again, the thought of what Teddy was implying stirring something deeper in him. Maybe she had a point, in her simple, innocent way. With a sudden idea sparking in his mind, he leaned in closer to Teddy, lowering his voice to a whisper. 

“Tell you what,” he said, his tone conspiratorial. “I’ll tell you a secret, but you have to promise you won’t tell anyone. Not even mummy or daddy.” Teddy’s eyes widened, her lips parting in excitement. 

“I pwomise!” she said, practically bouncing in his arms at the prospect of keeping a secret. Jude smiled at her enthusiasm, but he wasn’t about to let her off that easy. 

“Nah, nah, nah,” he said, shaking his head. “You have to pinky promise.” He cooed. Teddy’s face lit up even more as she extended her little pinky, her chubby finger wiggling in front of his face. Trent had recently explained this concept to her and it felt like the biggest most important thing in the world when she got to use it. 

“Pinky pwomise!” she declared, taking this very seriously now. Jude wrapped his pinky around hers, sealing the deal. He looked over his shoulder, making sure no one was listening before whispering in her ear. 

“I’m gonna ask her. I’m going to ask her to marry me.” Teddy’s eyes went as wide as saucers, her whole body wriggling in excitement. 

“I ask her for you!” she squealed, her little hands waving in the air, already imagining herself running straight to you with the news.

“Nah, nah, nah!” Jude laughed, wrapping his arms tighter around her, real fear flickering in his chest at the thought of her spilling the beans. “Teddy, remember? You promised you wouldn’t tell!” He chuckled. Teddy’s expression grew serious, her lips pressing into a pout as she realized the gravity of her pinky promise. 

“Pinky pwomise,” she repeated, her little voice barely a whisper now as she nodded. She laid her head on Jude’s chest, curling into him, as if she had just been entrusted with the most important secret in the world. Which to Jude… it kind of was. Jude let out a relieved breath, his heart still pounding from the scare of Teddy almost blowing his surprise. He kissed the top of her head, holding her close. 

“Good girl,” he murmured, a smile tugging at his lips. “It’s our little secret, okay?” Teddy nodded again, but there was still a twinkle of excitement in her eyes. 

“Tay, Judey,” she whispered back, feeling like she was part of something important now. Jude glanced over at you again, his heart swelling as he watched you laugh with Winnie across the room. It wasn’t just a thought anymore. It wasn’t just something far off in the future. It was real. And now, thanks to Teddy, it felt even more real. Teddy’s little body finally settled into the warmth of the evening, Jude smiled to himself. He looked down at her peaceful face, and then back over to you, knowing without a doubt that his world was exactly where it needed to be. And soon, he’d make sure you knew that too. 

Jude had resigned from babysitting for the night and  returned Trent’s daughter to him. The night was so fun for her.  All her favorite people who were rarely together all in one room but now it was laced with the pressure of keeping a secret. Teddy wriggled in Trent’s lap, her little hands gripping his shirt as she leaned in closer, her face full of concentration as she prepared to spill the secret she had been holding onto with all the strength of a toddler’s pinky promise. She couldn’t manage not telling anyone else any longer. 

“Dada,” she whispered, her voice barely audible,  “allowed to tell you a pinky pwomise?” Trent raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at his lips as he looked down at her, his miniature reflection staring back at him with those wide, innocent eyes. 

“A pinky promise, huh? What’s that about, baby bear?” Teddy, still unsure, shifted nervously in his lap, her gaze darting between Trent and her hands as she fidgeted with her fingers. 

“Is secret, but don’t knows if can tell but I want.” Trent let out a soft laugh, amused by her confusion.

 “Hmm, so you have a secret, but you don’t know if you can tell daddy?” he asked playfully, his hand gently running his hand over her hair. Teddy nodded, looking up at him earnestly. 

“Judey told,” she whispered, her voice growing even softer, like she was sharing the most important secret in the world.

“Ahh, Judey told you a secret, did he?” Trent teased, fully invested now. “What’s it about, baby bear?” 

“Bout auntie.” Teddy’s eyes lit up as she said your name, her little lips curling into a smile. At that, Trent’s smirk deepened. He had a pretty good idea of where this was going, but he played along, his curiosity piqued. Even though it felt like the first time Jude had said that he wanted that… that he genuinely was going to ask, Trent had long put the pieces together.  

“Oh really? Well, why don’t you come here,” he said, lowering his voice to match hers, “You can whisper it in Daddy’s ear, okay? Just between you and me. You can trust Daddy baby.” Teddy gave a serious nod, her small hand cupping Trent’s ear as she leaned in, her messy jumble of words and excitement flowing out in a rushed, whispered confession. Trent could barely make out all the words, but the key points hit him instantly, and he had to hold back a laugh as the pieces fell into place.

“Judey…love… gonna ask… marry…” Teddy mumbled, her little face lighting up as if she had just revealed the biggest news of her life. Trent straightened up, trying to keep his expression neutral, though inside he was grinning from ear to ear. He knew exactly what she was talking about—Jude’s ideation to propose to you. It wasn’t exactly going to be tomorrow but he was beijing to think about it. He’d do it. The secret that Jude had somehow entrusted to a toddler, of all people. And now, here she was, spilling the beans to him. Jude should’ve known better but truthfully he didn’t care who knew, except for you. He wanted to surprise you whenever he got the courage to do it. Trent took a deep breath, still playing along, his voice full of warmth as he responded.  

“Ohh, wow, that’s a big secret, huh? You’re a good secret-keeper, Ted.” He teased but it went over her head.  “I think because you pinky promised, we can’t tell anyone else, okay? This is between you, me, and Judey.” Teddy nodded eagerly. 

“Tay dada. Pinky pwomise,” she said, holding out her little pinky once again. Trent hooked his pinky around hers, sealing their new promise. 

“Pinky promise,” he echoed, his heart swelling as he looked at his daughter, her innocence so sweet and pure. He pulled her closer, pressing a kiss to her forehead before glancing across the room where you and Jude stood, completely unaware of the little moment unfolding.Teddy, feeling satisfied with herself, snuggled into Trent’s chest, her secret now safely shared. Trent’s mind raced, though—Jude wanted to ask you to marry him. He was bursting with excitement for his friend, but now, thanks to Teddy, he had to keep that same promise. As he sat there, cradling Teddy in his arms, Trent couldn’t help but chuckle under his breath, thinking about how Jude had gone on that holiday to Greece a single man and had come back, to this very moment, into a relationship deeper than he ever could’ve imagined and then naively he was entrusting a huge secret plan to a toddler.

As Trent stood at the head of one of the tables in the room, the murmur of quiet conversation hushed. The atmosphere in the room shifted, the weight of the moment settling as everyone turned their attention to him. His glass raised, a faint sheen of nerves danced in his eyes, but there was also a calm certainty in his demeanor. A small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. The atmosphere was filled with anticipation, joy, and love. The room, illuminated by soft candlelight and the quiet hum of loved ones catching up, felt warm and intimate despite the grandeur of the event. You were seated beside Jude, both of you relaxed after the evening’s events, but you could sense something deeper building in the air as Trent stood up to speak. Everyone fell silent as Trent cleared his throat, visibly trying to collect himself. He glanced around the room, his eyes pausing on Whitney, who sat next to him, glowing with happiness, Teddy nestled in her arms, their daughter fidgeting with Whitney’s necklace. He smiled, the weight of the moment catching up with him. The sight of her made his voice falter for a second, and he took a deep breath, clearly overcome with emotion.

“I’ve been thinking about what I wanted to say tonight,” Trent began, his voice soft but steady, “unfortunately, I’m not sure I’ll ever be able to put into words how much the two girls right here mean to me but I’ll give it a go. Erm… I’ve been lucky enough to experience some incredible moments in my life—although they were primarily on the pitch until I met Whit—and though they were great, none of them could ever compare to the day I realized this woman loved me and every day that came after that.” He paused, glancing at Whitney with a mix of awe and affection. “I really don’t think the world has known perfection like my Whitney. Maybe… maybe Steven Gerrard in the 2005 Champions League final, but even Gerrard couldn’t hold a candle to you, baby.” The room chuckled softly, a wave of warmth and fondness spreading through the crowd. If you knew Trent, you knew that was massive for him to say. Trent smiled, his hand resting on the back of his neck as he continued. “There’s this feeling you’ve brought into my life, Whit. It’s… it’s hard to articulate but I’d like to share it with all here and I’d hope that everyone in this room gets to experience what it’s like to have someone in their life that makes them feel this way. It’s a feeling… one where your heart stops for a moment when I look at her. It slows down, like this calm stillness takes over, and for a second I can’t believe the girl of my dreams is right in front of me, loving me back. And then… it ramps up again. Fast. Like the moment before a final whistle, when you realize your dreams are actually coming true.”  Whitney’s eyes shimmered with unshed tears, her arms wrapping delicately around Teddy as they both gazed up at him. Everyone in the room seemed to lean in, hanging on every word he spoke. As Trent described this feeling Jude got goosebumps. It wasn’t particularly about the words but the fact that he knew exactly what Trent meant. He knew this feeling so well. “It’s not just the big moments, though,” he continued, his voice softer now, more personal. “It’s the little things. The way she smiles at me when she thinks I’m not looking. The way she’s built a life with me that feels like home, no matter where we are. She gives me something that’s impossible to define. It’s all those small moments that make up the life I’ve dreamed of. A life with her and our baby girl.” Trent kept talking but you felt Jude’s hand squeeze yours beneath the table as Trent continued. His words were raw, vulnerable, and filled with a kind of love that was impossible to miss. You glanced over at Whitney, tears slipping down her cheeks as she smiled up at Trent, her heart clearly full. “You’re mine,” Trent said, his voice almost a whisper now, “until the day I die and I’ve been yours. And tomorrow… tomorrow’s the beginning of the rest of our lives together. I’ve spent so many nights thinking about all the ways I’m lucky enough to get to love you, all the ways I’m going to make you happy, to continue building this life together.” Trent sighed. 

 “I’ve been thinking a lot about how I ended up here,” Trent began, his voice soft but clear. “And I think it all comes down to one thing—I got really, really lucky.” He glanced at Whitney, his eyes full of affection and disbelief. “Whitney gave me a chance.” There was a light chuckle from the crowd, but the way he looked at her, you could tell he meant every word. “You didn’t have to,” he continued, “but you did, right here at The Plaza. I asked you to stay with me the next few days here after we met. Spend time with me. Let me show you how great I am. It was maybe a bit mad, but I didn’t want to be apart.” He laughed. “The joke was on me though because you showed me how great you were instead, and I spent those few days falling in love with you faster than I could have possibly imagined.  And I’ll never be able to thank you enough for giving me that chance.” His tone shifted, becoming a little more serious. “I look at the two of you, sitting there—my girls—and I don’t know how I got so lucky. Whitney, you’ve given me everything. Everything I never even knew I needed. You’ve given me love, you’ve given me a home, and most importantly, you’ve given me our baby,” he gestured to Teddy, his voice thick with emotion as he said it. You could feel the lump forming in your throat as he spoke, your eyes already beginning to well with tears. Teddy, who was so full of life, sat innocently in Whitney’s arms, her little fingers gripping her mum’s dress as if she could sense how important the moment was.

“She’s perfect,” Trent said softly, his voice cracking just a little. “And that’s because of you, Whit. You’ve made my life… you’ve made me a better man just by being in it.” He took a deep breath, gathering himself as the room remained silent, hanging on every word. “It’s funny because everyone knows me as a footballer, and yeah, I love the game. But this? This is my greatest achievement. You two. This is what matters. And I can’t believe you chose me to do this life with.” You wiped at your eyes as you watched Whitney smile through her own tears, Teddy blissfully unaware of the gravity of her dad’s words. “Whit you are the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen in my life. But your soul, your kindness, your being is the most beautiful thing in the world. You are so gentle and yet so strong you really are perfect.” Trent’s vulnerability was so raw, so real, that it was hard not to feel the depth of his love for the family he had built. He tried to inject some of his usual humor into the moment, lightening the mood. “Now, I’m not saying it’s all easy—Teddy, baby bear, I don’t love when you wake me up at four in the morning,” he teased, causing a ripple of laughter to break the emotional tension. “But I wouldn’t change a single thing. Not one moment. Not a single morning with you two.” He paused, clearly moved by his own words. “Whitney, I’m just so grateful. For you. For everything you’ve given me. And tomorrow… tomorrow, we get to do what I knew I wanted to after our first date.” At that moment, there was almost a gasp in the room.  It was true, Trent genuinely had knew he wanted this. Whitney’s hand moved to lightly sit over her lips, as if holding in all the emotions that threatened to spill out, while Trent stood before her, laid bare in front of everyone. “You’re mine forever,” he continued, his voice breaking just slightly, but he pushed on. “You have me, forever. And if you still want me tomorrow…” The room fell  into soft, affectionate laughter, and even Trent let out a small, nervous laugh, running a hand over his hair. 

“It’ll be the longest night of my life tonight,” he confessed with a soft grin, “thinking of all the ways I’ve marked you as mine, all the ways I’ve dreamed of giving you a life we could build together and seeing that we were able to do even more than  that if the biggest win of my career.” He took a moment to compose himself, glancing down as if to gather the strength for his final words. “I’ll never be able to say it enough, but I love you, Whitney. I love you and Teddy more than I ever thought was possible.” The room burst into applause, but you could barely see through the tears blurring your vision. It was impossible not to cry, watching the way Trent adored his family, how deeply he felt for the two girls sitting beside him. His usual dry humor had softened, giving way to something raw and pure—a deep love for Whitney and Teddy that seemed to encompass everything. You glanced at Jude, his hand squeezing yours beneath the table. He didn’t say anything, but the way he looked at you, with that quiet, knowing gaze, told you he understood. The love in the room, the vulnerability, it was an emotional rollercoaster that left you both feeling more connected than ever. As you dabbed at your eyes, you couldn’t help but think of the future—the kind of love you and Jude were building, and the way it mirrored what Trent and Whitney had. It was powerful, overwhelming, and utterly beautiful. There was something so personal and bashful about the way Trent confessed his feelings—like he was still a little boy in love with his first crush, even though he was about to marry the love of his life.  As you glanced at Jude, you couldn’t help but wonder if, someday, you’d hear words like that from him. You could see the emotion in his eyes too, the way he watched Trent and Whitney with a mixture of pride and quiet longing. Trent looked momentarily overwhelmed but leaned down to kiss Whitney on the forehead as she stood up to hug him, burying her face in his chest as Trent took Teddy. You watched them, your heart swelling as their love unfolded so openly in front of everyone. As you sat there, holding Jude’s hand, you couldn’t help but reflect on how deeply Trent’s words resonated with you. There was something so unabashed about the way he loved Whitney, how he wasn’t afraid to admit that he was utterly and completely obsessed with her, with the life they had created together. And though football was everything to him, it didn’t compare to what he had found with her. Your thoughts flickered back to Jude. You turned your head slightly to glance at him once more, wondering if you had that same effect on him—if you were his calm amidst the chaos of the world, his anchor, the person who made him feel more than any trophy or victory ever could. He must have felt your eyes on him because he turned, catching your gaze with a soft smile. Without saying a word, he leaned in and pressed a kiss to your temple, his lips lingering there as if to answer all your unspoken questions. His hand squeezed yours, a quiet affirmation that maybe you already did have that effect on him. Maybe, in your own way, you had pulled him out of the spotlight and into a world that belonged solely to the two of you. The warmth of his touch, the way his thumb gently stroked the back of your hand, felt like a promise—a promise that the world you were building together wasn’t something he took lightly. Even if the words hadn’t been spoken yet, you could feel it in the way he held you, the way he was so unapologetically there, with you, in that moment. Trent and Whitney were now surrounded by family and friends, laughter echoing through the room as people congratulated them. The weight of the moment had passed, but the love it left behind lingered, wrapping around everyone like a warm embrace. Jude shifted in his seat beside you, his arm coming to rest on the back of your chair as he leaned in closer. 

“You okay, angel?” he asked softly, his voice low, meant only for you. You nodded, leaning into his warmth, feeling a sense of contentment wash over you. 

“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice soft but full of meaning. “I’m perfect.” And in that moment, as the laughter and chatter filled the room, you realized that what you had with Jude was its own kind of magic—a quiet, unspoken connection that was growing deeper with every passing day. The world outside could wait. For now, in this room, surrounded by love and joy, you were exactly where you were meant to be.

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Price to pay pt. 2

Anon request:

Alastor X human!reader where she is desperate to make a deal for fame and glory.

She tries to summon a demon, accidentally conjuring Alastor. Beside her feisty facade she’s quite innocent and naive. He’s intrigued by her and toys with her, like a prey,tricking her into him, she signs the deal. He’ll  come back after 1yr to collect his pretty little prize…her body and soul.

Part one

part 3

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Songs: primadonna (marina), Judas(lady Gaga ), i have nothing (Whitney !!!), cobra (Megan thee stallion), dark horse (Katy Perry ), sex therapy, material girl (madonna)

You sighed as you walked off stage. Your managers and assistants quickly surrounded you as you walked into the dressing room.

”You were amazing!”

”You’re trending already!”

”what an amazing performance!”

”What a great tour!”

You sipped on some water as you were undressed and sat on the couch as everyone buzzed around.

So much had happened in the span of a year. It honestly felt like a dream.

But it wasn’t a dream.

The necklace around your neck was your reminder of that.

You were the hottest sensation. You have signed multiple record deals and within weeks you were in a recording studio giving a demo.

It was all a blur after that.

You quickly gained popularity and before you knew what was happening, you were on tours. You had been to so many places and performed in front of thousands of people. 

It was a dream come true.

Your latest album was your last gift you would leave behind.

It told of all of your love for the spotlight, the burdens you held, and your dark secret.

But of course no one knew that.

No one knew that the famous singer had sold her soul to have a taste of her dream.

No one knew that as quick as she lit up the stage, that she would never grace it again.

It was the last night of your tour; the last night of freedom.

You wanted to scream and cry, beg that you never gave up this feeling.

But a deal’s a deal, and you always kept your word.

You had smiled at all the wonderful people you had grown to appreciate and thanked them.

You sat on the floor of an empty hotel room, two bottles of alcohol empty,  a third in your hand as you stared at yourself in the floor-length mirror.

You closed your eyes, the last thing you wanted to remember was how happy you’ve been for the past year.

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It was too quiet. 

You had waited for the moment when the floor split open and swallowed you up.

For the red demon to pop up out of nowhere and kill you, take your soul and can it in a jar.

Your body buzzed at the thought.

Alastor.

The demon wasn’t as scary as you had thought bitch you fucking lie .

He wasn’t what you had expected of a demon…yes he was scary as shit and probably would kill you.

But he didn’t.

He wouldn’t.

Your panties grew damp at the thought of those red glowing eyes, cunt clenching around nothing at the memory of his fingers working your smoldering heat.

Your eyes drunkenly casted onto the necklace that Alastor had given you.

Ill always keep close watch Alastor’s voice rung in your head.

In your drunken state, you must have thought of it as some sort of rebellion. You parted your thighs, hand slipping between your thighs and rubbing at the heated mound.

Eyes watching yourself in the mirror, a soft moan passed your lips as your fingers flicked and pressed down on your aching clit. 

“Haaaa fuuuccck” you hissed, bringing your other hand to palm at your heavy tit, pinching at your perky nipple.

Your administrations had you panting as you rapidly thrusted your fingers inside you, hips wiggling as your approaching orgasm warmed your body. Your toes curled and you threw your head back “A-Alastor” you whispered, teeth clenching as you clenched around your fingers.

so close. You were so close.

But something was missing.

Your orgasm was trying to wane,  no matter how much you rubbed at your clit.

Nononononononononono!

A large warm body manifested behind you, long arms wrapping around you, hands replacing yours, as sharp teeth nipped at your shoulder.

”Hello my dear” 

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[atebyflowers]

Just some random abby HCS (⌒▽⌒)

Bc she would definitely fund your dream lifestyle.

She'd buy the two of you a city view apartment and let you decorate tf out of it, not complaining one bit about the designs or theme.

Whenever you wanted to go out and she couldn't come, She'd always give you her card. Telling you to splurge for both you and whatever friends your with at the time. Money is really nothing to her, especially when it comes to spending it on her girl..

You'd absolutely never have to worry about shit, she works for the both of you. All you have to do is be pretty and have fun ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶

definitely a red wine girl, but she'd buy and drink pink whitney js for you.

You'd absolutely never drive her car, yet it would be filled with your shit. Nobody knows if you even have ur license cause she refuses to let you drive, yet the entire car is basically yours. I mean filled with interior you picked out, shit you forgot in there, etc.

She'd prolly make her dad sit in the back seat to avoid distrusting your reserved passenger space too 😭 dpwm !!

Also let's you rest your legs on the dash, blast ur music & drives extra carefully when you fall asleep before she reaches home

Drives to random places at night & in the rain js cause u like the car rides

Did I mention she's extremely rich. Like, CEO.. has her own employees and company's type of rich. So she absolutely has all the time in the world for you. And on the occasions where she doesn't, and needs to attend to big girl business, it's made up to you within the next 24hs TRUST 🤞🏽

Also a vacation girl... not only so she can see all the photos you'll post on insta after, but also bc she knows how much you find peace in traveling and exploring the world.

its her missionnnm to let you live to the fullest.

If you mention a specific view or event in another country, she's making plans for y'all to go within the next few months.

I feel like this would apply especially if you didn't have much wealth growing up, like she'd especially prioritize letting you experience everything you dreamed of when you were younger... like I imagine her taking you to Disney world or some shit like that js because you mentioned once that you always wanted to 😭

She's SOO gentle, like her tone of voice completely changes the moment you ask her a question or call her name. Even when she gets mad she's so soft with it so you don't feel like she hates you.

She'd scold you for being irresponsible or some shit, but in a way where it sounds like she's just genuinely concerned and correcting you.

She listens to drake. Idc.... like u cannot convince me this girl don't listen to finesse

Ok rant over someone pls write rich ceo Abby god I'm STRIVEDDD

[amysteryspot]

I Will Always Love You | B.B.

Summary: Bradley has no one to release him at his tapping out ceremony.

Warnings: female reader; use of (Y/N); reader has a big family; mentions of Bradley having no family left after Carole's death, mentions of the fight between Bradley and Maverick; breakup; kinda off a happy ending;

Word Count: 1023

A/N: This was written for the @roosterforme's fic challenge #love is in the air tgm. It was inspired by the song "I Will Always Love You" by Whitney Houston. I had so much fun writing it and I hope you all enjoy it.

They were meant to be. That’s what everyone said to them after they got together. It seemed like their friends had been waiting for the news already. (Y/N) and Bradley were so in sync with each other that it was obvious to everyone but them how perfect they worked together.

Her family welcomed him with open arms, which was a blessing. Bradley had little to no family he still had contact with after his mother’s passing and his fall off with his godfather. (Y/N) was the second eldest of five siblings, not to mention all of the cousins. They all loved him. She always told Bradley that he was easy to love.

In times like these, Bradley felt the loss of his mother the most. He was sure that Carole would have loved (Y/N) just as much as she had loved him.

They were meant to be… until they weren’t.

Coming from a big family, all (Y/N) wanted was a good job that could get her out of her parents home. Bradley understood that, after all, he was only in college as a way to get in the Navy, like he always dreamt. Everything was doing fine until their graduation.

“You’ve been strange since yesterday.” Bradley said, loosening his arms from around (Y/N) that was sitting beside him.

She sighed, turning around to look him in the eyes.

“I’ve received a proposal.”

Bradley blinked a couple of times, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“To go to London.”

The breath got caught in his throat as he looked at the woman he loved and wanted to spend the rest of his life with.

“London?” He asks.

“Yes.” She confirms. “The office needs someone there and since I just graduated they thought it would be a great opportunity to start this new phase.”

The tension in the room was thick. Neither of them expected to have this conversation so soon. Bradley thought that they would at least have a couple of months to spare.

“You should go.” He finally said after what felt like hours of silence.

“Brad…”

He cuts her off before she can get another word in.

“It’s a great opportunity for you to start your career and…”

Her soft lips are on his and for a moment everything feels right. The kiss lasts only a couple of seconds, but it is enough to dissolve some of the tension, leaving place for sadness to set in.

“We have to talk.” She said.

“There’s nothing to talk about. You have to take this opportunity, you don’t know if you’ll get another.”

“I know.”

Simple as that. No buts, no questions. They both just knew.

“When do you leave?” He asks, swallowing the lump in his throat.

“I don’t know.” She answers, voice breaking.

That’s when the first tears start to fall. Bradley pulls her to him, snuggling themselves together, trying to get as close as they could to forget the storm above their heads.

“We will find a way.” He mumbles against her hair. “Everything will be okay.”

Maybe it wasn’t meant to be, after all.

Bradley had a month to prepare for the academy, (Y/N) was given the same time to prepare for her trip, so they both decided that they would make the most of the little time they had together. It was one of the hardest things he had to do in his life.

After too much talk, the both of them decided that ending their relationship to focus on their careers would be the best decision for both of them. They would be too busy with their jobs to be able to maintain a long distance relationship, so it seemed like the logical decision to make.

They agreed not to have an airport goodbye. (Y/N)’s family took her from Bradley’s place, but he didn’t go. Their goodbye was just their own.

And just like that, Bradley was alone again. He and (Y/N) parted as friends, her family still talked to him almost daily, but how do you stay friends with someone you thought you were going to spend the rest of your life with?

With time he stopped answering her, it didn’t take long for her to stop trying to reach out and that’s how he ended up here, standing alone at his tapping out ceremony, with nobody to relieve him.

Until someone tapped him on the shoulder.

Bradley turned around to meet (Y/N) standing there as beautiful as the last time she woke up by his side. He was quick to engulf her in a hug and, before thinking, kissing her.

She tasted like cinnamon and coffee. It was so familiar and yet so strange. When they separated, he was quick to apologize.

“I’m sorry.” He started, embarrassed. “I’m sorry, I…”

The words got lost between their lips once she kissed him again.

“Congratulations, soldier.” She mumbled against his lips. “Or should I say sailor?”

Bradley smiles, relinquishing the feeling of her hands caressing his face.

“Soon to be pilot.” He answers, opening his eyes to look at her.

“Well, soon-to-be-pilot, there’s more people here that want to see you.”

She turns around in his arms, making way for him to see her family cheering at him.

“Why is everybody here?” He laughed.

“Are you kidding me?” She asked, smiling. “There was no talking them out of coming to see their favorite member of the family become a soon-to-be-pilot.”

He frowned, unsure of how to react.

“You’re easy to love, Bradley Bradshaw. I’ll always love you and so will they.”

She kissed him again, taking him out of his head a little, before nudging him to go celebrate with her family—their family.

“Common, before they say that I want you all to myself.” She said, taking his hand and adding, “Which is true.”

Bradley smiled, “Later.” He promised. “You can have me all to yourself later.”

And that promise was enough to put both their hearts at ease. Even if they had only tonight, Bradley knew that a part of them would always belong to each other.

[neetily]

hi neet!! I was wondering if u could write like a nsfw/fluff Whitney thingy!! (Idk if I should say Drabble or fic lol 😭) also I’m so glad ur back!!!!!!

— ✧ warnings: "first time" (but not really, you'll see), older whitney, lots of kissing, OOC whitney, premature ejaulation, lots of apologies, creampie, established relationship — ✧ word count: 2,362 — ✧ genre: smut (18+), fluff

— ✧ A/N: thank you so much for waiting patiently for me my sweet anon <3 this is such a nice way to return to writing after my brief unplanned break hehe, so i appreciate the opportunity to be soft about one of my favs!! i really hope you enjoy what i did for this one <3

In the quiet of the afternoon, tangled in a mess of limbs and light-hearted giggles, Whitney—contrary to popular belief— takes his time with you.

The sun kisses his skin tenderly, whispering sweet nothings down his blushing ears that he repeats for you in the form of gentle pecks trailed up your inner thigh, situated between your legs with his chin all sticky with the slick he's just tongue fucked out of you moments before. One orgasm down, he smiles to himself, nipping at your soft, sensitive skin once or twice on his travels just to have you gasping all cute for him like that in response.

"You’re not being fair..." you coo up at him, teeth on display from your wide smile and eyes in the shape of half moons; they match the light marks he's left around your hips, gripping on for dear life as he sucked all that sweet juice out of you. "Please, I can't wait much longer—"

Hush, he whispers down at you, a cheeky smirk tugging at his lips at the way you huff and pout so sweetly back at him, fuck. You're gonna be the death of him one day, he just knows it. Especially given how hard and fast his heart beats for you now in his idle temptation state, impatient little thing. Not that he doesn't understand you, though. His restlessness present in how his fingers twitch to touch you some more, to have his name tumbling out from your open lips so eagerly, lovingly, to remind him of just how pathetically in love he truly is with you.

And how he has so much to apologise for, time to catch up on now that he has you shaking under him. You mean to tell him he could have been making you squirm like this all that time? Trembling from under his barely there touch, knuckles grazing against your knees to gently prompt them into opening further— revealing his throbbing hard cock from between your squishy thighs; oh, he's completely soaked from just a little eating out.

Sorry, his fingers poke and prod against you, one hand securing your thigh in the air, the other gripping tight to the base of his cock, lest he's liable to blow a load right against your cunt right now from how utterly in love he is with you. Sorry, he mouths down at you upon guiding his tip to your hole, knowing well by now how much of a stretch he's about to have you endure, even if your furrowed brows and bitten lip give away exactly just how excited you are to finally be getting what you want. Sorry his eyes communicate when narrowing in an effort to focus, willing himself not to thrust completely inside in one fell swoop because he loves you, instead offering miniscule little humps forward, covering his cock in a coating of your slick to help ease himself in. Determined to show his difference, he finally mutters out a choked little "M'sorry..." and he's not quite sure what for.

Or, rather, there are too many things he's sorry for. Not in the least because he intends to fuck you right for the first time ever tonight, when he should have been treating you as softly as he does now all those years ago.

There's another apology resting at the tip of his tongue too, instead swallowed upon feeling his balls rest heavy against your ass, fully sheathed inside of your warm cunt— when's the last time he fucked you missionary? Has he, ever? Certainly not with as much thought as he does now, dripping with affection in the way he eyes you up and down from above, doting upon you with a shaking sigh, crawled up his chest without much difficulty at all.

"Tell me what you want," He rasps down at you, sure that his internal struggle is written all over his face for you, given how hard he has to tense his muscles in an effort not to pound you into next week like an old habit. "Anything." his tone is more begging than he means it to be, but he doesn't have the heart to correct himself. Not when it's more honest than he'll ever be; he's working on it.

And the way you peer up at him with those big doe eyes— oh, you've got no fucking idea just how difficult it is for him to show even a sliver of restraint around you, no matter how much he wants to just take care of you. Would it be so bad to snap his hips into you like he always does? Rail your shape into the sheets under you, make you piss and moan and sob on his cock like usual?

But of course, hearing your meek little squeak brings him back to reality, cock twitching hard against your tight squishy insides for attention as you avoid his almost pained gaze for a second or two. "I mean... I dunno, you've never really asked me that before..."

Ouch, said with such an awkward tone too. Y'know, it's true what they say... The truth does hurt, a sharp pang in his chest that twists and coils around his heat, squeezing out a hushed sigh from him again before another sorry slips past his tongue. To think he's never so much as asked you for what you even might enjoy is shameful, right?

Well, at least now he can make it up to you. Offer you the opportunity for the first time. Warming his cock inside of your cunt, fit to burst with how well she sucks him off, hole twitching around the base of his cock so well that's it's a little difficult to think properly, however;

"C'mon," He encourages, in part because he thinks he owes you the world, but also because he cannot last much longer either, absentmindedly wagging his cock against your insides with a half lidded gaze. "Fast? Slow? As hard as usual? Gimmie somethin' t'work with, s-" ah, wait a minute— "Babe."

His almost slut slip up seems to cause you to smile at least, and for that he's thankful, given that his muscles ache with the anxiety he's frozen with. And when you mumble a brief "... Slow, if that's okay?" he can't help but to mimic your joy.

"Sure, I can do that." He assures you, whatever princess wants, princess gets, right? At least, that's how he'd like to treat you from now on, moving forward with you as his equal, as opposed to under him. Wouldn't that be nice? And he intends to start right here, with you on the bed, looking as pretty as ever; except somehow he feels like he's looking at you for the first time again. Giddy excitement coaxing him into movement, dragging his hips back slowly as per your request, making you feel every veiny inch of his cock— but you can really feel it now, right? Your lips parted to let out the softest little sighs, his tongue poking against his cheek in concentration as he leans into the feeling of your walls trying desperately to keep him inside— a new feeling, and one he promptly decides he just adores. Making you feel his stretch all the way until it's just his tip left inside, waiting an extra second or two until you start to squirm around him for more, and then he's pushing back in just as slowly, excruciatingly so, even for him.

But it's nice, too, being able to see how intricately your expression changes as he fucks you full of cock. His own expression softening the more he pumps into you, settling into a nice and deep pace, a lazy fuck in and out that allows him to truly appreciate just how pretty you are when you're getting stuffed full, cooing down at you in an uncharacteristic display of softness when you reach out for him with grabby hands.

"C'mere—" he laughs breathlessly at you, dipping his neck down enough so that you can wrap you arms around him, allowing himself to lean over you with a little shuffle, completely encasing you under him with his cock stretching you out steadily, carefully offering you easy thrusts, the mundanity of it all causing him to swoon at how cutely you're acting. As if you've never been fucked before now— which he supposes is true, at least by him. "Feelin' good?" He asks, heaving out a fond moan at the way your cunt squeezes so snugly around him, getting off to his voice, are you? The unique hoarseness of it, borne out of how nice and tight you are; how he's never fucked you so purposefully before, and how he's never felt so good in his life.

And the little nod up at him paired with a muted uh-huh you let out just gets to him. Like you're so taken aback by such ordinary, vanilla fucking that it does a full circle back to kinky. Triggering something deep in his tummy, filling his throat with butterflies, prompting an inexplicable urge to spill out from his lips as he presses them against your own, catching himself off guard when he feels just how needy you are when returning his affections immediately. Opening up for him, letting his tongue roll against your own before closing the kiss almost as soon as it started.

Fuck, he's so fucking hard for you it almost hurts, cock aching inside of your too tight little cunt, teeth gritting with his jaw tense; he needs you so bad, even when buried balls deep in you, like he can't get enough of you.

One kiss would never be enough.

He shakes his head, removing as much hair out of his face to get a better view of just how ruined you already look, "S'this all it takes, huh?" He teases you, but the stupid smile he wears with his taunt is quickly wiped off his face, replaced with an opened mouthed moan at the way you wrap your arms around him some more, cunt squirming around his fat cock as he keeps that same steady pace of rocking you up and down the bed so slowly— he just has to fall into you, if only to shut you up before you can reprimand his cocky remarks.

He makes them with love, though. Mumbling affections against your tongue, hummed and dripped with saliva down your throat, making out with you as slowly as he fucks you, all heat and passion and God, he's fucking yours. In spite of appearances, and the past, he's yours. Completely and utterly smitten with the little whines and whimpers his lips suck from your tongue, pinching at one of your nipples extra softly to match his slow tempo, tip leaking copiously inside your cunt, some of dripping out and down your ass with his squelchy thrusts; so wet and gushy for him, fuck. He just wants to impress you, make you feel as loved as you deserve, kissing you as sensually as his thrusts beg him to, as your nails digging into his shoulders implore him to. Anything for you.

His hands grope at your tits for a while longer during steady smacks of lips, but he gets antsy with the way you allow him to explore your mouth without complain, how every moan he swallows from you has his body heating up more and more, like an actual virgin, instead of the well-seasoned fucker he knows he is. But, in truth, this is the first time he's taken his time with... Well, anyone, really. A bubble of emotions leaving him gasping for air, regrettably breaking the kiss as a pitchy whine of his name rings in his ears and he's treated to the sight of your scrunched up features pleading for more and fuck fuck fuck— he can't fucking stand to see you so utterly enthralled, wholly ruined by his slow thrusts, a tiny burst of speed knocking the wind out of you and him as old habits kick in and—

"S-sorry—" escapes him again, gritted out uncomfortably, forehead pressed against your own as he spills hot seed inside of your pretty little pussy, huffing and heaving gritty moans just inches away from your lips, eyes squeezed tightly shut at the stupidly good feeling washing over him; better than ever before, so fucking annoying.

That, and he thinks that if he died right now, that'd be the only thing to save him from the amount of embarrassment he's currently experiencing.

Not one for cumming accidentally, Whitney, who prides himself on getting you to cum at least a couple of times before he gives himself a chance, is currently shooting rope after rope inside of your messy cunt, painting it all sticky white with his love in spite of the fact that he hasn't even made you cream his cock by now.

It just felt that good. You, felt too good. Taking him so well, so pliant in his attempt to show devotion, letting him fuck the shape of himself against your insides without any complaint— not even a peep of sobbing.

He curses to himself a couple more times, stalling to gather enough courage to face you with a pout. "Sorry, sorry... Lemme jus'—" He babbles, motioning that he'd like to exit in an effort to do his due diligence as your partner and make you feel as good as you've made him feel tonight, even if you did nothing but lay there, God... He's so down bad it's stupid.

But you halt him, stop him in his tracks with a tight squeeze around his neck, effectively pinning him against you, tits squished under his heaving chest as he tries to catch his breath after the best orgasm of his life, and— and you scatter kisses across the top of his head.

"It's okay," You hush him, voice a little crackly from his fuck, he assumes. But it's music to his ears, an immediate balm to his anxious thoughts. "Wanna just lay here for a bit, please."

And he'd be a fool not to comply, right?

[sadability]

Did you get mysterious messages? ~🎵

MYSTIC MESSENGER MUSIC HEADCANONS :D (RFA + V, Rika, Vanderwood)

Jihyun / V

I think V would love Mitski. Just imagining him painting while my love, mine All mine plays in the background is so sweet. I also think he'd like cavetown, clario, Adrianne Lenker, Liane Flores and Tears For Fears. He often listens to it as background noise when painting or photographing but I also believe he'd practice singing using certain songs (and maybe sing you to sleep HSHSHS)

Jumin

Jumin gives me trouble because I feel like he listens to music for lyrics or lack thereof rather than sound. He listens to blues, jazz, classical and maybe a soft rock love song here and there. If he listens to a song with lyrics, he'll study them. He doesn't really listen to music often but when he does, it's often used as background noise rather than him genuinely indulging.

707 / Saeyoung / Luciel

I think he'd listen to mostly everything but especially synth wave, pop, new wave, rap, noise and glam rock for some reason. I could see him vibing to Depeche Mode one moment and then Fetty Wap the next. He would definitely unironically listen to wannabe by the spice girls LMAO. Also probably really likes tv show intros like iCarly theme or something. AND DISCO!! Seven dancing to bee gees when!?!?

Yoosung

To get rid of the obvious he'd listen to video game osts, pixel (I think that's what the genre is called?) and probably, here me out, pop punk. Or like Falling in Reverse. I think his favourite band would be the All American Rejects but I can also see him liking old demi lavato or Camilla cabello. Both basic white girl music and then randomly pop punk mixed in. As for gaming soundtracks I think he'd really like the undertale ost and probably listens to music through gacha life amv 😔

Zen / Hyun

I FEEL LIKE HIS MUSIC TASTE WAS EXPLICITLY STATED BUT I DONT REMEMBER RAHH okay okay uhm- !! I can totally see him listening to Whitney Houston, Abba, The Cardigans, The Beatles etc for some reason but also he'd feel self conscious that his music taste is too "old" so he would throw in shit like Kendrick Lamar and Future to spice things up and he would never ever admit that his favourite song is Angeleyes by Abba.

Jaehee

Bubblegum Pop, Indie and Doo Wop!!! Mitski, Girl In Red, Kinneret, Princess Chelsea, The Chordettes and The Supremes are frequents of Jaehee's playlist! She only really listens to music on the plane or in the office though. It helps her relax and take her mind off the stress for a bit. I can imagine her learning piano and playing songs like Johnny Angel or Mr Sandman in her free time.

Rika

Rika likes Melanie Martinez and i refuse to argue. She would probably relate really hard to some of her music and overall loves the way it sounds. Can also see her liking Penelope Scott. On the other hand, i see her liking classical or just soft piano music. Color me Blue by Akane would also be a song i can see her liking.

Vanderwood

Metal, Glam Rock, Glam Metal, Dad Rock, 80s rock just. Yeah. You get the point. Metallica, Journey, Mötley Crüe, Guns n Roses, Van Halen, Cinderella, Def Leppord and Dokken !! His favourite bands. Just classic 80s/90s rock for ya. Absolutely goes to their concerts religiously. Probably plays electric guitar as well..he could perform his own concert tbf

[try-set-me-on-fire]

How about odd socks for the soft prompts?

Eddie tries to write his vows. Poem excerpts from E.E. Cummings’ [i carry your heart with me(i carry it in], Mary Oliver’s The Mango, and Pablo Neruda’s Finale. Plain text version on AO3 here and under the read more!

Dear Buck oh its not a letter

Buck

Evan Buckley (?)

From the day we met, I

I take thee to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love and to cherish, till death do us part except I don’t want to stop loving you when either of us die. I don’t want to part. Till the glaciers have melted and the oceans have dried up, till Mount Whitney (the tallest mountain in California, I looked it up) is eroded to a molehill, till the heat death of the universe do us part. Maybe that will be enough time

I keep thinking about that time you wore those fucking socks to work and Bobby and everyone were trying to really gently asses if you were having a breakdown because we just see AND YOU’RE GOING TO DIE on your ankle and then you laughed and pulled up your pants and it said “GET LOST IN NATURE AND YOU’RE GOING TO DIE” which like I still think is kind of a fucked up thing to put on a sock but you just did one of your beautiful sunshine grins (we weren’t even together but god I still got light headed looking at you) and were like “I thought it would be neat to remind people the importance of safety in nature” and I was kind of teasing and annoyed and laughed about it and that was like three years ago Buck and I still feel guilty about it because if you were going through some kind of crisis I don’t ever want to be annoyed and laugh about it, I want to be there for you no matter what and I hope I’ve proven that to you over the years, that I don’t just love you on easy days, I love you every single day all the time even when everything’s fucked even if I can’t write wedding vows to save my life christ this is terrible

I love your nose and your birthmark and your eyebrows and your hair and your shoulders and the bends of your elbows, and your wrists and hands, and I love your nipples and hip bones and cock and ass and knees and your shin, I love the scars on your shin, I love every scar you have because none of them killed you

How about

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate,my sweet)i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world,my true)

and it’s you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

Or

But this was a rich house, and clever too.

After salmon and salads,

mangoes for everyone appeared on blue plates,

each one cut in half and scored

and shoved forward from its rind, like an orange flower,

cubist and juicy.

When I began to eat

things happened.

Or

your head on the pillow,

your hands floating

in the light, in my light,

over my earth.

It was beautiful to live

when you lived

The world is bluer and of the earth

at night, when I sleep

enormous, within your small hands.

Before the ceremony I told Shannon “It’s going to be okay” and in the moment I believed it because I had her and I was scared but she was my best friend and up there in front of her parents and mine I said the regular vows but I think that first one was what counted even if it didn’t end up being true. Maybe I’ve been telling you my vows for years. You can have my back any day. There’s no one on earth I trust with my son - with our son - more than you. Every time I tell you I love you, isn’t that a promise?

I’ve been happy before in my life, despite everything I don’t think I was an unhappy man, not always, only sometimes, but you make me happier than I thought was possible. That kind of feeling when you laugh too hard and you’re not getting enough oxygen to your brain. Isn’t that romantic, you give me hypoxia

Here’s the thing you know I’m going to get up there and just start crying immediately so I don’t know why I’m trying so hard to find words I won’t even be able to get out

No hi this is me two hours later of course this is important you’re important you knowing how much I love you is so important to me and I will stand up there blubbering at you for hours if that’s what it takes

I trust you. I love you. I am happy with you. I want to wake up beside you always, Buck I’ve never seen anything more beautiful than you next to me first thing in the morning (or night or afternoon or whenever we’ve finished sleeping), touching your warm body with your lungs breathing and your heart beating and the solidity of you feels like a miracle

I’ll buy you socks so your feet don’t get cold and I’ll bring you fruit because you like to eat sweet things and wherever I live will be your home and I’ll be by your side as long as you do me the honor of wanting me there and everything I have and am is yours and I

[katyswrites]

Nancy nods again, her face soft. “Yeah - there’s a guy out there somewhere who’d be beyond lucky to have you.”

She squeezes Robin’s wrist then, gently, her face sincere as she meets her gaze.

And suddenly, Robin can’t bear it. Maybe it’s the booze that’s still in her system, or the sound of Whitney Houston drifting in from the yard, or the fading adrenaline from trying to bang the door down. Or, maybe none of these things are true at all. Maybe, it’s just that Nancy looks really beautiful, despite everything, and she’s close enough that Robin can smell her strawberry shampoo, and it’s easy to forget that there’s a world outside of this bathroom, even if just for a moment. All she knows is that it’s just too much -

And then Robin is closing the minute amount of space between them, grabbing Nancy gently by the back of her neck, and pulling her forward, pressing her lips hard against Nancy’s.

Nancy lets out a squeak of surprise, but doesn’t pull away. It’s terrifying, and incredible. It’s even more incredible when Robin feels Nancy relax, and oh God, she’s kissing her back.

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[propertyofkylar]

Ooo Whitney seeing PC after she gives birth at the hospital. He sees them holding their baby and he just realizes he actually loves pc and would do anything for them.

i have been holding onto this. waiting . but now is the right Time. here we go

male whitney and f pc :3 cw for pregnancy, childbirth, mentions canon-compliant awfulness

"She said she's ready to see you now."

Whitney nodded as he stood up from his seat in the waiting room. He'd actually only just sat down - seemingly unending waves of anxiety had him pacing the room in circles.

You hadn't wanted him in the room when you gave birth - you said it would be too gross, that you didn't want him to see you like that. He thought he'd seen you in some pretty nasty situations, but he was smart enough to know better than to argue with you on something like this.

He felt his hands shaking slightly as he walked with the nurse to your room and cursed at himself internally for being so weak. Whitney felt stupid. He'd just been fucking around with his favorite slut but then you got pregnant, and he was the father, and everything suddenly seemed all too real. Half of him still wanted to run in the opposite direction and never look back. But instead, he pushed open the door to see you.

"Hey," you said weakly upon seeing him. "I survived."

"That's not funny," Whitney said immediately, walking over to your bedside. He'd carried a small fear within him that childbirth would go horribly wrong, and while he wouldn't admit it, he couldn't bare the thought of losing you.

Then, he looked in your arms, where you were holding the baby. Your baby. You guys were parents now.

An odd sensation wracked Whitney's body, and he was glad that there was a chair nearby, because he quickly sat down and stared at the infant. He found himself speechless. "That's...we..."

"I can't believe I pushed that thing out of my vagina," you moaned and he noticed that you looked more tired than he'd ever seen before. "Why'd you have to have such a big head, anyway?"

Whitney ignored your teasing and reached a hand out to stroke the baby's cheek. It was soft. And though the baby was wrinkly and honestly kind of ugly, the sight of you all exhausted carrying the bundle was somehow the most beautiful thing he'd ever seen.

It was love, Whitney realized. That's what he was feeling. He had heard about it before but now he knew it was true after seeing his child. He felt the need to protect them and keep them safe, just how he felt with you.

"Wow," he breathed, and heard you giggle. "Oh, shut up, slut."

"I just gave birth to your child, and I'm still a slut?" You smiled at him and reached out your arms. "Do you want to..."

He nodded and took the bundle from your arms. When he looked down into his baby's face and saw his nose paired with your eyes, he suddenly had the feeling that life would never be the same again.

It was that moment Whitney vowed he would do anything to get a good father and to make sure that you and the baby never had to struggle again. He would do anything for the two of you.

And whatever it took, he would keep you two safe.

[brooooswriting]

Hi! Could I please request Leighton x reader where the reader is Whitney’s teammate on the soccer team and they have an away game and they end up getting sick during the game so Whitney calls Leighton and they pick them up and take them home and take care of them and it’s super fluffy.

I meant to

Leighton Murray x reader

“Damn bro, you look like shit” Whitney said as you arrived at the parking lot where the rest of the team was. As soon as the words left her mouth you frantically looked around.

“Shhhh” you grumbled, checking around you one more. “Leighton wanted to come say goodbye and I don’t want her to know. So can you stop talking so damn loud” your bag hit the ground with a loud thud, making Willow turn around.

“Why? Dude, don’t tell me you were out getting drunk and cheated on her” she was half joking and half scared about what might be wrong with you.

“Obviously… not. Who do you think I am?! I had a real bad migraine yesterday and I couldn’t sleep, I still have one. Shit just doesn’t go away” you explained to the two who gave you a sympathetic smile. Willow also dealt with migraines and it was more than once that Whitney had to hold your hair while you threw up due to them. But it wasn’t unusual that they were a telltale sign of something else coming.

“Girl is coming” willow warned you as she saw Leighton come towards you.

“Hey, I just wanted to say goodbye. I’m so sorry that I cant come to watch” the blonde said as she pulled you a bit further away so you could talk in private.

“It’s alright, I get it” you told her, mustering up the best smile you could. You didn’t want her to worry about you since she had a lot to do.

“So, go and win that thing. We will celebrate when you get back okay?” There was a moment of silence where she just looked at you, her eyes studying you which made you panic. You tried to look as happy and healthy as you could which wasn’t really working. “Are you feeling alright? You look kinda ill baby” she added as she stepped closer to you, her hands finding your face.

“It’s okay, I’m just a bit nervous. So, you were talking about celebrating when I come back?” You grinned which made her giggle too. You wrapped your arms around her waist to pull her closer.

“You’ll do great, you always do. I will see you in four days okay?” You pressed a couple of soft kisses to her lips, she wasn’t the biggest fan of pda so you tried to keep it down.

“Y/n, we gotta go” the coach screamed making both you and Leighton roll your eyes. You slightly turned to tell her that you were coming.

This time the blonde pressed a more passionate kiss to your lips before letting you go. “You sure you alright?” She questioned again, feeling like something was wrong.

“Yeah, I’ll text you when we arrive okay? Love you” you pressed a kiss to her temple before walking to the bus.

“Good luck, love you too”

You fell into the seat next to Whitney, your head immediately falling to her shoulder. The girl sighed, she knew that you probably shouldn’t play and should stay home in your bed but she also knew how important these games were to you and if it was just a headache you should be okay. Willow nudged Whitney when they were 3/4th of the way to see if you were still asleep, and you were. Plus, your head started to feel warmer over time and your phone was going off non stop. They assumed it was Leighton who was trying to chat with you during one of her courses.

Once they arrived you were carefully shaken awake, the two girls giving you a soft smile. “We are here, sleepyhead. Are you sure you’re up for this?” Willow asked, if they were only here for one game she wouldn’t have said anything and let you power through. But since there were some Postponements you had to play two games in one day.

“Yes, I’m fine. I just need a bit of water and an aspirin and I’ll be fine. I promise” you gave them a smile before looking at your phone. “Damn, but before I’ll be calling my very angry and concerned girlfriend” they laughed as you scurried of to talk to Leighton.

“Damn, look who’s back” one of your teammates laughed as you came into the locker room after your call with Leighton. You offered a polite laugh as you got your stuff out of your bag and started to change.

The coach and the team were amazed by how you powered through the first 20 minutes of the game but it was obvious how quickly you let up, your movements were uncontrolled and it was clear that you had problem running straight. “Time out” the coach called out quickly when she saw your legs bend in a weird way. Jenna and another teammate quickly caught you as they were closest to you. “Y/n? You alright?” Jenna asked to keep you concise as best as possible.

You mumbled out something incoherent as they half carried you to the side of the field. “Does anyone know if her parents live nearby? I don’t want her to stay out here for the next two games” the coach asked into the group but before anyone could answer you spoke up.

“No! It’s okay, I just need a power bar and a painkiller and I can go back” Whitney shook her head, her phone already in her hand so she could call your girlfriend. She wasn’t sure if Leighton was going to pick you up but if the blonde found out that you were ill and she didn’t tell her she’d be dead.

“The only place you’re going is home y/l/n, you did really good. But now it’s time to get better ok?” Willow said, her hand rubbing your back in a comforting manner.

“Leighton?” Whitney spoke into her phone after going somewhere more quiet. She knew that Leighton would freak out a bit and it would be easier to calm her if she could hear what she was saying.

“Whit? Is everything alright? Did you guys already win?” Her voice was happy until she realized that her roommates mood was off. “Whitney?” She questioned again.

“Everything is okay, Leigh. It’s just that… well y/n seems to be ill, she nearly broke down on the field but-“ she didn’t even have the opportunity to finish as the blonde started talking.

“Im coming to get her. I’ll be there in an hour, one and a half max” and with that the phone call was over. The football player sighed, she knew that the other girl wasn’t thinking rationally. It takes at least 2 and a half hours to get to them, with the bus it was a lot longer. But still, there was no way she’d make it in such short notice.

“Her girlfriend will pick her up, said she’ll be here in an hour and a half, but I think it will be more like 2 and a half” she told the coach as you laid on a bank, a towel was covering your face to shield your face from the brightness of the sun. You must have fallen asleep as the next thing you knew was a hand carefully shaking you awake.

“Y/n, babe, you gotta wake up” you immediately perked up when you heard your girlfriend’s voice, removing the cover from your face and sitting up. The fast motion wasn’t the greatest thing as a wave of nausea and dizziness overcame you. “You alright?” Her hand quickly found your forehead, a sigh leaving her when she felt how warm it was.

“Yeah, it’s okay. You didn’t have to come” you insisted but your protest was weak which showed her that you must really feel shitty. You hated it when other people could see your weak side so you’d fight a lot more if you had the energy.

“We will talk about this later, now come on. The car is waiting” she carefully pulled you up before Jenna grabbed your other arm to help her get you to the car. Whitney carried your bag and said her goodbye before returning to the field.

“Don’t loose idiot” you grinned weakly which made her laugh.

Once you sat in the car and Leighton made sure you had everything you might need, water, pills, a bag to throw up, some food and a blanket she gave the driver a sign. The car started to roll and you were out like a light. The blonde took the middle seat so you could rest against her, your head leaning onto her shoulder. Every now and then she pressed a kiss to your head while her hand rubbed your arm. Sadly, your temperature didn’t seem to go down and every now and then a cough left your mouth.

Leighton felt bad about waking you up but the car stopped and her bed was way more comfortable than the car. “Baby, cmon we are here. Let’s get you to bed huh?” You weakly opened your eyes and gave her a nod before crawling out of the car. You tried to grab your bag but the girl was quicker as she slung it over her shoulder, her hand grabbing yours as she pulled you along. “I know this sucks but I want you to take a shower before you go to bed. You sweated a lot on the field and I think it’d be good for you” she explained as she pulled out some of the clothes you had at hers.

After a quick shower and a lot of whining from your side, Leigh blowdried your hair and then got you back to bed. “Need anything else?” She asked as you pulled the covers over yourself, a bottle of water and everything else you might need on the side table. You shook your head which made her smile at her accomplishment. She never really took care of someone else as she never had a real partner but she seemed to do a good job. So she quickly changed into some more comfortable clothes and crawled into bed with you.

“No” you mumbled and scooted away from her which confused her. She tried again but again you scooted further away which was really hard in the small bed.

“What why?”

“You’ll get ill, too” it was hard to understand what you said as your whole face was pressed into the pillow but since the bed was so small she was close enough.

“You’re being stupid! If I get sick it was worth it, so now let me cuddle you until you feel better. We both know you want to” she grinned at the last part and wiggled her eyebrows which made you smile too.

“You sure?” As she nodded again you scooted back so you could cuddle into her. Her arms wrapped around you as your head rested on her chest. “Thank you for taking care of me” you pressed a light kiss to the hoodie she was clad in before closing your eyes again.

After a couple of hours, Leighton decided to call Kimberly and ask her if she could bring you two something to eat from Sips. Of course she’d rather eat, well anything else, but then she’d have to get up and wake you. So sips it was.

“Kimberly, hey, can you bring y/n and me something from the cafe? Preferably a soup for her, she came down with the flu and is now sleeping in my bed. I don’t wanna leave her” she mumbled into the phone, careful not to wake you. Even though she was sure that the pills knocked you out so bad that even a bomb wouldn’t have woken you.

“Sure, I’ll be there in like half an hour to an hour is that okay?”

“Yes, thank you a lot. I’ll Venmo you the money”

About an hour later there was a soft knock on the door before her roommate entered the room. “Hey, I got her a noodle soup, a tea and a sandwich just in case she was hungry after the game. And I got you a burrito, without meat this time and a coffee” Kimberly explained as she gave Leighton the things she bought. After she thanked her and venmoed the money the brunette left the room again.

“Am I smelling soup?” You whispered with a rough voice as your girlfriend woke you up. Your throat hurt worse than before and your headache was still painfully present but at least your temperature seemed to go down.

“Yeah, Kimberly brought it. Now sit up so you can eat something. Oh, she got you a tea too” she helped you up and propped a pillow behind your back to make it more comfortable. Once you were situated she handed you the container of soup and a spoon before starting to eat herself. She looked over to see you staring at the liquid, the spoon dipping in and out without touching your mouth. “What’s wrong?” She asked as she turned towards you.

You only sent her a shy smile which made her study your face deeper. “Scared that it’s going to hurt?” You gave her a nod and she send you a sad smile. “But you gotta eat something, please? Just try it” you felt bad about worrying her so you gave her a nod and put the spoon to your mouth.

After a bit of a fight, you ate the whole soup and drank your tea while watching your comfort movie. The duvet was pulled up to your chin and your head rested in Leighton lap while she scratched your scalp with one hand, the other one playing on her phone. It got later and later as you drifted in and out of consciousness. At one point you felt your girlfriend leave the bed for about 10 minutes before she returned, this time laying next to you.

“Good night, wake me up if you need anything ok?” She told you as her hand rubbed your back and her lips pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head.

You gave her a nod, even though you knew that you weren’t going to. “I love you” you answered instead, moving your head up so you could send her a tired smile which she returned. “I love you too”

The next time you woke up it was around 7/8 a.m. and both you and Leighton were more than happy that it was a Saturday. Your throat still hurt and the headache was still there, plus your cough hasn’t left completely but your temperature seemed to be around normal again. “Good morning” the girl you used as a pillow said as she stretched as best as she could with you on top of her.

“Good morning” you rasped out as your head rested on her chest again.

“How are you feeling?” The back of her hand carefully pressed against your forehead to feel your temperature as she asked.

“Better, a lot actually. Thanks to you alone love” Leighton had to say, she was really proud of herself. She alone nursed you to become better.

“No problem, I just which you had told me earlier. Like when I asked you that morning” she admitted, she felt bad about bringing it up while you were still ill but she wanted to get it off of her chest. You gave her a sigh before scooting away so you could look at her.

“I’m sorry. I meant to, I really did but I knew you would have made me stay at home, which in retrospect would have been smarter, but I didn’t wanna leave the team alone” you explained as you studied her face, hop on that she’d understand you.

“I get it, but this was really dangerous you idiot. And then you wanted to go back on the field after you almost passed out? You gotta set boundaries for yourself” you knew she was right and you hated it.

“Well, if you’re always going to take care of me like this when I’m ill I’ll look forward to it” you joked as you pulled her into you.

“Glad to see that you feel better. But what are we thinking about sleeping for another hour or two?” You gave her a happy nod and settled back into the bed to get another hour of sleep. Your heart fluttered at the way she held you, not once did you have a partner who cared for you as deeply as Leighton did and you really hoped that she knew how much you cared about her too.

“I love you” you mumbled into her as her breath evened out. You couldn’t wait until you were healthy again so you could kiss her again.