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mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 3 months

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Unrequited // Hazel Callahan

request: Could you write a college Hazel x femme reader where they're roommates and Hazel is in their shared room upset, crying cause they have a really horrible friend who convinced Hazel that reader doesn't like her back and got all in her head about it.

prompts: none!

summary: when pj convinces hazel that there’s no way you could return her feelings, hazel starts to push you away, hurting you in the process.

warnings: none!

word count: 1.5k

a/n: gn!reader, reader is implied to be a lesbian

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“Look, you need to get over yourself. It’s never going to happen. Ever,” PJ said as she sat down next to Hazel.

Before PJ had so rudely interrupted, Hazel was gazing at you from across the quad, blissfully lost in her thoughts about you. Since the beginning of the school year, all Hazel could think about was you. You had been assigned as roommates, and ever since Hazel first saw you she was utterly, completely, and hopelessly in love with you. And sometimes she couldn’t help but wonder if you could ever feel the same. But unfortunately, PJ wasn’t having it.

“What?” Hazel asked as she looked over to PJ, a bit startled by her sudden appearance and slightly aggressive tone.

“There is no way they like you back. None. Zero. So get over it.”

Hazel frowned at her best friend’s words. “You really think so?”

PJ groaned in exasperation. “Uh, yeah. I mean just look at them. They’re like the straightest person ever. And even if by some miracle they were gay, there’s no way in hell you could pull them.”

Hazel tried not to let it show how much PJ’s words had affected her, but they had cut deep. Her eyes watered slightly and she quickly blinked to fight back the tears. Of course you would never like her. You’re… amazing. And she’s just… Hazel.

“Yeah… maybe you’re right,” Hazel sniffled, ultimately failing to hold back her tears. “Uhm, I- I’m gonna go. See you later.”

Hazel gathered her things and headed towards her dorm room, hurriedly wiping away her tears. At that moment, you looked up and saw her storming away, looking utterly miserable, and you felt your heart ache. You hated it when Hazel was sad, of course, you hated when anyone was sad, but with Hazel it was different. All you wanted was for her to be happy, and it killed you when she wasn’t. Hurriedly grabbing your bag, you rushed after her, hoping you could help make her smile again.

You were about to open the door to your dorm when you heard a soft sniffling from the other side. You frowned, Hazel was crying. So instead, you lightly knocked on the door, not wanting to intrude if she wanted to be alone.

“Hazel? Can I come in?” you asked, pressing your ear against the door and straining to hear her answer.

When she didn’t answer, you raised your hand to knock again, but Hazel pulled the door open just before you could. You felt your heart sink at the look of utter devastation on her face, and you wished you could just take all her pain away.

You stepped forward to hug her, but Hazel stepped back, walking over to her bed and sitting back down, pulling her knees to her chest.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion. Hazel always let you hug her. Something must’ve really been wrong.

You stepped inside and shut the door behind you before you walked over to your bed and sat down, facing her. You slipped your bag off your shoulder and pulled off your jacket, waiting to see if Hazel wanted to talk about it. When it became clear that she didn’t want to say anything, you took it upon yourself to break the silence.

“Hazel, what’s wrong? I’ve never seen you like this before.”

Hazel didn’t reply, staring blankly into space. Now you were really worried. She was almost never sad, and even when she was it wasn’t this bad. You stood up and walked over to her, sitting down beside her.

“Talk to me. Please. I wanna help,” you whispered, looking at her intently.

Hazel shook her head and hugged her legs tighter. “You can’t help me. You’re just making this worse.”

Your heart shattered at her words. The last thing you would ever want to do was hurt you. You loved her. And seeing her so miserable just broke your heart.

“Are you upset with me? Did I do something?”

Hazel sighed, her sobs quieting down slightly. “Just go away. Leave me alone.”

Your felt your eyes begin to water as her words struck you. She had to have been upset with you, but you had no idea what you’d done. She was so upset she didn’t even want you around her. All you wanted to do was make it better, to make her smile again. But it was starting to seem like it wouldn’t be such an easy fix this time.

“Alright then. If that’s what you want, I’ll leave you alone,” you said, getting up and grabbing your jacket, heading out of the room to give Hazel the space she asked for.

Once you were gone, Hazel only started to cry harder. She could tell her words had hurt you, and that just made her feel worse. She didn’t want you to leave, not really. It’s just that being around you only reminded her of what she couldn’t have. And that only made everything she was feeling even worse.

It had been a few days since you had found Hazel crying in your shared dorm room, and ever since she had pretty much been avoiding you. You missed her so much, you were so used to spending almost every day with her, and now that she was avoiding you, all you could feel was the pain of her missing presence.

You just wanted her back. You wanted to know what you did to hurt her so badly. You wanted to fix it, to make things right again so you could finally have the best thing that had ever happened to you back in your life again. But as the days passed, you knew the likelihood of that was dwindling.

You were sitting on your bed attempting to do homework, not making any progress because all you could think about was Hazel, when the door opened and Hazel stepped in. Her eyes widened when she saw you, a grimace appearing on her face.

“Oh, I didn’t think you’d be here. I think I’m just gonna go…” she said awkwardly, turning to walk back out the door.

“Don’t go! Please…” the utter desperation in your voice made Hazel stop in her tracks.

You sniffled, all of your pent up emotions finally spilling out. “Look, I’m sorry, okay? Whatever I did to make you hate me so much, I’m sorry. I miss you. I miss you so much it hurts. Just please… tell me how I can fix this,” you pleaded, your voice breaking as you began to cry.

Hazel felt horrible. She had only been ignoring you to protect her own feelings, and she didn’t even stop to consider yours. Hazel closed the door behind her and walked over to your bed, sitting down beside you.

“You- you didn’t do anything,” Hazel admitted guiltily.

“Then why are you avoiding me? Why do you hate me so much? Did you just get tired of me?” you began to cry harder, too overwhelmed by your feelings.

“I- I can’t say…” Hazel mumbled, torn between wanting to comfort you and keeping her feelings hidden out of fear of pushing you away ever more than she already had.

You turned to look at her, your eyes red and puffy and your cheeks wet with tears. Hazel frowned, and against her better judgment, she pulled you into a hug. You felt yourself relax into her embrace, hugging her back tightly, not ever wanting to let go.

“Hazel, please. Just tell me what’s wrong. I love you. I don’t want things to just end like this.”

Hazel froze. Surely she must’ve heard you wrong. There’s no way you could’ve just said that you loved her. It just wasn’t possible.

“What did you just say?” Hazel asked, slightly in shock from what she thought she heard.

You sighed and pulled away from her embrace, wiping your tears away with the back of your hands. “I- I said I love you. I know this is an absolutely horrible time to say something like this, especially because you seem to hate being around me all of a sudden, but I love you. I’ve loved you practically since we first met. And I know that-”

Hazel cut you off, connecting her lips to yours. You squeaked in shock from the unexpected action before completely melting into her touch. You kissed back eagerly, not ever wanting the moment to end.

Hazel pulled away first, resting her forehead against yours as she panted for breath. Coming down from the high of finally getting to kiss the girl you’ve been in love with for months, you only felt more confused.

“I’m sorry,” Hazel said, taking your hands in hers. “I- I never meant to hurt you like this. I- I love you too. And I was only avoiding you like this because PJ had me convinced that you could never like me back and I just couldn’t stand to be around you because of how much it hurt. But I never realized that I would be hurting you too. I am so so sorry. Is there any way you could forgive me?”

You smiled softly, sniffling again as you wiped away your tears. “I’ll forgive you. On one condition.”

Hazel nodded eagerly. “Yeah, anything.”

You smiled as you leaned in. “Kiss me again.”

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magicfootballstuff · 9 months

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Dirty Little Secret - part 3 (leila ouahabi x reader)

Summary: A love story about secrets, flirty messages, football rivalries, and useless lesbians who don’t know how to communicate. And it all starts with one badly timed challenge in the Champions League.

Leila Ouahabi x Arsenal!reader

Part 3/?

Read other parts here.

———

Your life can be split into two parts - before the Arnold Clark Cup and after the Arnold Clark Cup.

Or before Leila and after Leila.

You return to Arsenal and it’s surprisingly easy to settle back into the club routine and prepare for the next league game. You’d been slightly worried that it would be difficult to adjust, an abrupt return to reality after ten days of secret meetings and illicit hookups, but life at Arsenal is exactly as it was before.

It helps that the Arnold Clark Cup almost feels like it took place in a different reality. What you had with Leila was just a holiday fling between two consenting adults. You’ve both returned to your real lives now.

But then one evening three weeks after the international break, you’re tidying your apartment and sorting through things to have a clearout, when you find Leila’s red Spain jersey amongst a pile of clothes. You trace your finger over the yellow number fifteen on the front, then flip it over to look at Leila’s name on the back. You haven’t yet washed it and when you lift it to your nose and inhale, you’re sure you can still smell Leila’s scent on it, and you know that you didn’t imagine those two weeks at all.

You haven’t talked to Leila since you parted ways at the end of the international break, but seeing her shirt brings a whirlwind of memories that leaves you yearning for something.

Before you even have time to second guess yourself, you’re swapping your sweatshirt for Leila’s football shirt, then sprawling artfully across your bed as you take a selfie from above and send it to Leila.

You Thanks for the new pyjamas

It’s just a bit of fun - just like every other moment you shared with Leila. Part of you doesn’t expect her to reply. And she doesn’t straight away, you’ve given up on sorting and have settled down on the sofa to watch a Manchester City men’s game on the television when your phone finally vibrates with a response.

Leila Looking gooood 🤤

She doesn’t say anything else and you leave it there, not sure what else to say without coming across as too eager, so you set your phone aside and give your full attention to the football.

An hour has passed before another message comes through.

Leila Sorry I was out for dinner but home now

She’s attached an image to her message, a picture of her wearing the England shirt you exchanged with her. Except that she’s wearing just the England shirt, the hem coming down to cover her hips but very little else, her long legs bare.

You Leilaaaaa

Suddenly you don’t care about the football on the TV anymore.

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Arsenal gets knocked out of the Champions League in the quarter finals by Wolfsburg, which means you miss out on the opportunity to play against Leila again in the semi final. Your last glimmer of hope that you might get to see Leila before a possible meeting during the Euros in the summer is snuffed out.

But when Barcelona beats Wolfsburg to advance to the final, you receive a surprising message a few days later.

Leila You coming to the Champions League final?

You hadn’t really given it much thought to be honest, since your own Champions League journey came to an end and it became irrelevant. The final is after your own season ends and there’s been talk amongst some of your Arsenal teammates of going on holiday together before you all split off into your various national teams for the Euros, but nothing set in stone.

The chance to watch Leila play in such an important match, to possibly even see her lift the trophy that every footballer in Europe dreams of lifting, would be special. But you haven’t seen Leila since the Arnold Clark Cup and there’s not enough of a thing going on between you for it to seem appropriate for you to just show up without Leila’s permission.

You Do you want me to come?

Before even waiting for Leila’s response, you already start checking your diary, working out the logistics of a spontaneous weekend in Turin and whether it fits in with your pre-Euro schedule.

Leila Yeahhhh. I can get a free ticket if you want? Barca friends and family area

You smile to yourself as you type out your reply.

You Aww, am I your friend? 😉 Why do you think I’d be cheering for Barca anyway? Maybe I’m a big Lyon fan

Leila replies straight away.

Leila 🖕

———

It turns out that Leila is serious about her offer of a ticket to the Champions League final, which is why just two weeks after the end of your season with Arsenal and the heartbreak of missing out on the title by just a single point, you get on a plane to Turin by yourself.

You don’t own a Barcelona shirt and though you take the Spain shirt from Leila with you, it stays in your suitcase as you head to the stadium. Having not yet had the chance to talk to Leila in person, you’re still not sure exactly what’s going on between you and it feels like a step too far to show up to one of her games wearing her name on your back.

Instead, you’re trying to keep a low profile, donning a pair of dark sunglasses in the hope that it’ll make you less likely to get spotted by eager-eyed fans curious to discover why you’re sitting in the Barcelona family section.

It’s easy to get swept up in the atmosphere of the stadium. There are way more Barcelona fans than Lyon fans and the noise they make is immense. You’re a Manchester City fan, an Arsenal player, but tonight you’re a culer. You don’t know the chants but you don’t need to because you get caught up in the pure thrill of it all. Even when Barcelona go one, two, three goals down, the singing continues and there’s still belief that they can pull this back. Alexia gets one back just before half time that feels like a reward to the fans for their belief in the team.

But despite Barcelona’s best efforts in the second half, Lyon’s three goals prove too much to overcome and when the final whistle blows, they collapse to the pitch, exhausted and defeated.

You watch as Leila, who spent the game on the bench, wanders onto the pitch at full time, and your heart breaks for her when you see the hurt on her face and the tears shining in her eyes. You know that Barcelona were favourites and if you’re completely honest, you expected them to win. You thought that you would be celebrating with Leila tonight, but Lyon have the best record in this competition for a reason and now you need to prepare yourself to console her.

It’s quite a lot for something that’s just a casual friends with benefits situation, but then again, so is flying to Italy to watch the final in the first place.

The trophy ceremony seems to drag on forever, as if you’re down there on the pitch on the losing team yourself. You’ve been on the wrong side of a cup final enough times yourself to know that there are very few worse feelings in football than having to stay on the pitch after losing such an important game and watching another team celebrate with the trophy you wanted to lift, so you know exactly how Leila must be feeling right now.

After the ceremony, the Barcelona players wander over to this section of the crowd and greet their families over the advertising boards. You hang back as Leila exchanges hugs with what you assume to be her family. This moment is for them, not for you, and you know that you need to wait for Leila to beckon you across if she wants to see you. What would you say to them anyway? You can hardly introduce yourself to Leila’s parents as the girl who hooked up with their daughter for two weeks in February. If the roles were reversed, you don’t know if you’d want to explain the situation to your own family.

So you wait, and you keep waiting.

But Leila doesn’t beckon you over. In fact, she doesn’t even acknowledge you’re there at all.

The longer you’re standing there, the more the doubt starts to cloud your mind. At first it was explainable - there are obviously other people here to see Leila who she would prioritise talking to after the game more than you. But when she moves away from her own family to talk to the family of her teammates, then eventually moves back onto the pitch and hovers around a group of dejected Barcelona players, you start to wonder if Leila has forgotten that she invited you entirely.

Maybe you should’ve been more assertive. Maybe you should’ve stood closer to the barrier so that Leila couldn’t miss you.

You sit down again on the plastic stadium seat and pull out your phone, deciding to message Leila instead

You Sorry about the result but I’m so proud of you anyway! Let me know when you’re free? I can’t wait to see you!

When you look up, you can no longer see Leila. You scan the few blaugrana shirts still on the pitch just in case, but most of the team seems to have returned inside to the dressing room and you can only assume that Leila is one of them. The crowd has thinned out too, even the friends and family sections that were full long after the rest of the fans started to leave the stadium is starting to empty, and you know it’s probably time for you to leave too.

As you make your way out of the stands, you find a quiet corner on the almost deserted stadium concourse and decide to call Leila. You’re not sure if she’s checked her phone yet since the final whistle, so it’s not exactly a surprise when it rings straight through to her voicemail, but you decide to leave a message anyway.

“Leila, it’s me,” you say. “Listen, I…” You let out a sigh, then say, “I know you must be hurting right now. I can’t imagine what you’re feeling and I … and I just wish I could do something or say something to make it better but I can’t. But I’m proud of you. Just getting to the final is an achievement. Shit, I know that’s not what you need to hear right now but…”

You lean your head against the nearest wall and close your eyes in frustration, fully aware that you’re rambling almost nonsensically at this point.

“I’m here if you need me,” you continue. “Or if you don’t, that’s fine too. I’m leaving the stadium to get some food, then I’ll probably go back to my hotel, but just let me know you’re okay?”

You hesitate for just a few seconds, unsure how to sign off, before you panic and just end the message there.

“Fuck!” you growl.

You turn around to lean your back against the wall, only to realise that the concourse isn’t as empty as you thought, but that two fans in Barcelona shirts have just witnessed your outburst.

“Sorry,” you apologise to them, but they don’t seem bothered by your swearing. In fact, they actually approach you, a little giddy, and you suddenly remember that you’re not as anonymous as you’d often like to be.

“Can we get a selfie?” one of the girls asks, taking out her phone. “My friend is a huge Arsenal fan. You’re one of her favourite players.”

You force a smile onto your face. Normally you don’t mind fan interactions, in fact it usually warms your heart to know that there are people out there who you don’t even know who support you and look up to you, but there’s a time and place for that and you’re really not in the mood right now. Despite that, Leila is to blame for your sour mood, not them, and you’re not going to take out your frustrations on a couple of innocent fans.

“Of course,” you tell them, positioning yourself so that one girl stands on either side of you and smiling at the outstretched phone of the girl on the left.

“Thank you,” they say, once the selfies have been taken.

“No problem,” you reply, and you only let the smile slide off your face when they’re out of sight.

You really need to get out of here. And fast.

———

You thought that by distancing yourself from the stadium and the match, it might ease your mind a little. But by the time you get back to your hotel with a paper bag of takeout food, you feel more uneasy than ever.

Leila is still silent. No texts, no calls, nothing on social media.

You replay your voicemail message over and over again in your mind, each word sitting like a brick on your chest, making it difficult to breathe. Was it too much? Surely Leila would have messaged you when she was ready. What if your message comes across as needy, as smothering? What if you’re only pushing her away further?

Fuck. Leila probably doesn’t even want you here at all. You’re only a hookup to her, a bit of fun to pass your downtime during the Arnold Clark Cup. You were wrong to read anything more into the invitation to watch the final. She can only have wanted you here on standby, a plaything to use as a celebration if Barcelona won the trophy. But they didn’t and she doesn’t need you, she doesn’t want you.

The more you spiral, the more you want to speak to her. Just a single message, a word of reassurance or even just an acknowledgement that she’s not in the right headspace to see you tonight, would be enough to settle your anxiety.

As it is, you’re alone in a hotel room in an unfamiliar city with nothing but a bag of food and your own intrusive thoughts.

You want to call someone, to talk to a friend before you completely fall apart. Leah, perhaps. You’ve known her forever and out of all your friends, she’s probably the least likely to judge you if you call her up out of nowhere in floods of tears and tell her you’re having a breakdown in a hotel room in Turin over some girl you hardly know. In fact, Leah is such a good friend that if she knew you were distressed, she’d probably hop on the first flight to Italy to comfort you in person.

But Leah is on holiday in America and she deserves the time off before the Euros without having to worry about her idiotic best friend having girl problems on the other side of the world.

You’re just going to have to deal with this alone.

Hot tears spill down your face and you cocoon yourself beneath the bedcovers, wishing that the bed would swallow you whole.

You don’t know how you could’ve been so stupid to think that this meant something, how you could’ve been so stupid to catch feelings for Leila when there are clearly far too many obstacles between you for it to ever work out. In your defence, it’s only now that you’re starting to realise that you are catching feelings for her, but still… you could’ve done more to stop it from happening in the first place.

The doubt and the self-loathing clouds your mind and you cry it out until you can’t cry anymore, until you finally succumb to exhaustion, passing out into a dreamless sleep with tear-stained cheeks.

———

You wake up alone, having had a bad night’s sleep, to several messages from Leila, which can be summed up by the most recent one.

Leila Can I see you today?

The rest of her messages, all sent within the last couple of hours this morning, are a mixture of pleas and apologies.

You’re still pissed at her for not responding to any of your messages last night. But you flew all the way to Turin at Leila’s request, used the ticket that she gave you for free to watch the match, and you don’t fly back until later today. And, despite your anger, you do still want to see her.

You’re not going to make an effort though, which is why you message her back with the address of your hotel. If Leila wants to see you, then she can be the one to make the effort to come and see you herself.

When she arrives at your hotel, you decide to meet her downstairs in the hotel restaurant, instead of inviting her up to your room. There’s less temptation to let her seduce her way back onto your good side if you meet in public.

Leila looks like shit - that’s your first impression. She looks like she’s had even less sleep than you have, her eyes puffy, her expression weary, her usual smile absent.

If she hadn’t pissed you off yesterday, you’d probably hug her.

Instead, you just let her sit down across from you and ask her, “Do you want to eat?”

She shakes her head.

“I’m not hungry today.”

“Coffee, then?” you suggest, because she definitely looks like she needs it.

Leila nods.

You’ve already ordered yourself a coffee (you’re normally a tea person but you don’t want to risk the Italian tea not being to your taste) and a sandwich, but you call over the waiter once more for Leila.

“So what happened?” you eventually ask, once Leila has ordered her coffee.

“I’m sorry,” Leila apologises with a shrug, and from the way that her eyebrows are furrowed together, it seems like she’s having a difficult time trying to hold herself together.

“Sorry for what?” you ask, waiting for her to admit that she messed up, but when she doesn’t, you continue talking. “I flew here by myself, I sat in the family section surrounded by people I don’t know, all speaking a language I don’t understand. The only person I knew in this city yesterday was you. You invited me here. I thought you wanted me here.”

“I want you here,” Leila pleads with you. “But a lot happened yesterday and it was too much.”

“I get that. You think I’ve never lost a cup final? I came here to support you, win or lose. And then you hurt me. You made me feel like an idiot.”

The effort that Leila has been putting into not falling apart crumbles and the sobs heave through her body, shoulders trembling and tears spilling down her cheeks. Annoyed with her or otherwise, it’s not nice to see, and you feel a pang of regret that your harsh words have upset her.

“Shit, I’m sorry,” you say, reaching for one of the unused napkins on the table and passing it across to Leila, letting your fingers brush against her hand as you do. “I’m pissed off, but I don’t want to see you cry. I don’t care that you didn’t win the Champions League. I would’ve loved to watch you lift that trophy but I’m proud of you anyway for making it to the final.”

Leila uses the napkin to wipe her tears, and the silence, as well as the sad look in her eyes, compels you to keep talking.

“And it’s not like I was expecting anything from you yesterday either,” you tell her. “If you didn’t want to see me or you were too busy, that’s fine. But just one message to let me know what was going on and I wouldn’t have been left waiting around feeling stupid.”

“I know, I know,” Leila says, her voice cracking ever so slightly. “So much stuff is happening right now. It’s all too much. But you’re right, I should have messaged.”

You don’t know what to say. It almost feels like you’re back to square one, like you don’t even know Leila at all. But then you realise - do you even know Leila? It’s not like you’ve actually spent any time getting to know each other. There’s an obvious attraction between you, and physical chemistry too, but do you actually have anything in common beside your profession?

“Can I make it up to you?” Leila blurts out.

“How?” you ask.

You’re expecting a smirk to slide across Leila’s lips and for her to suggest you go somewhere private for her to apologise to you in a more physical way, but instead, she looks you straight in the eye and says, “Come to Barcelona?”

“When?”

“This week. We have another final - la Copa de la Reina. You could come to the game.”

You let out a sigh. You can’t put yourself through what you’ve been through this weekend again, as tempting as it is to just forgive Leila and succumb to her request. Yet despite the fact that you cried yourself to sleep last night because of Leila, you can’t deny the fact you’ve still got a soft spot for her and it’s incredibly difficult to say no to her.

“I’ve got an England camp coming up soon,” you try to reason with her. “We’re starting our Euro prep.”

“Just for a few days,” Leila pleads with you. “I really want you to come. Please.”

“I can’t just drop everything at short notice,” you tell Leila, though your plans for the next couple of weeks don’t involve much more than relaxing as much as possible before getting straight back to work with the Lionesses.

“Okay,” Leila says, and though that’s all she says, you can tell she’s disappointed.

Would it really be so bad if you said yes? Would it hurt to give her another chance? You don’t want what happened yesterday to ruin what’s been going between you forever, which means forgiving her at some point. Maybe a little holiday in Barcelona, especially before you enter the biggest summer of your life so far, is exactly what you need.

It’ll be like the Arnold Clark Cup all over again, an escape from reality until you have to return to life as a footballer and Leila’s on-pitch rival.

“Fine, I’ll look at flights to Barcelona,” you concede. “I can give you two days, maybe three, before I need to be back in England.”

“Thank you,” Leila says, smiling at you gratefully.

She reaches into the little bag that she brought with her and pulls out a piece of blue and pink fabric, and as she unfurls it you realise it’s a Barcelona shirt.

“My jersey from yesterday,” she explains as she passes it across the table. “To thank you for coming to see me. If you can come to Barcelona next week, you could wear it to the final?”

Wearing Leila’s name to one of her matches sounds serious. It sounds like a commitment. As is flying to Turin, or even to Barcelona to watch one of her games, but that hasn’t quite gone to plan.

Things were so easy when you were flirting from different countries, or sneaking around St George’s Park for a bit of fun. The rational part of your brain tries to warn you that it’s probably not a good thing that at the first sign of this perhaps actually being a little more serious, it’s resulted in this misunderstanding and both of you getting upset.

But the pleading look in Leila’s bloodshot eyes is impossible to say no to.

“Thanks,” you say, refolding the jersey and setting it aside.

“When do you go home?” Leila asks.

“This afternoon,” you answer. “My flight’s just after four. You?”

“In a couple of hours,” Leila tells you. “I can’t stay much longer. Only Patri knows I’m not at the team hotel.”

You can’t help but smile, reminded a little of the way you both snuck around St George’s Park back in February, only now your secrecy has led you to fly to a whole different country while Leila has snuck across town to see you.

This thing between you, this connection that has been growing since that tackle back in Barcelona, is far from easy. But aren’t the best things in life worth the fight?

“Come here,” you say, pushing back your chair and getting to your feet.

You hold your arms out wide until Leila understands and gets up too, stepping around the table and into your embrace. Her arms wind around your back as you pull her close, burying your face into her shoulder

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” Leila mumbles into your hair.

You don’t say anything in response, instead simply squeezing her closer and savouring the feeling of her body against yours. If you can make the logistics of a trip to Barcelona next week work, it won’t be long until you can hold her again like this, but that doesn’t mean you’re not going to make the most of every second you can get with her before you have to go in separate directions again.

If this tumultuous weekend in Turin has taught you anything, it’s that you can’t take anything for granted.

#woso x reader #woso imagine #leila ouahabi x reader #leila ouahabi imagine #dirty little secret

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widowbitessting · 1 year

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Sugar Mommies Season 2, Part 4

Welcome back to my little corner of the internet! Get blankets, something warm to drink and enjoy the next chapter of this universe <3

Lots of love,

Livvy xox

Trigger Warnings: There's a negative word for lesbians mentioned, as well as the brief appearance of this seasons antagonists. I will do a trigger warning for every time they make an appearance, I want to keep you all safe. If you want to read after seeing this trigger warning, please do not send me hate afterwards. I have warned you. If anything triggers you, please do not read.

“Natty? Hi!”

You can hear her smiling through the phone as you giddily jump up and down on the spot.

You don’t care if people are looking at you.

The fact that you’re actually speaking to Natasha, after what feels like the longest period of your life, is enough to fill your brain with serotonin to last you weeks.

“Hi, baby.” She chuckles. “Excited to hear from me, are you?”

God, you missed her voice.

You miss everything about her.

So freaking much.

“Very excited, I missed you!” You can’t stop smiling. Grinning even. “Where’s Wanda? Is she okay?”

“Clearly you haven’t missed me that much if you’re already asking for Wanda, kitten.”

Your smile falters.

“No! Wait!”

But Natasha laughs and the worry of upsetting her all but evaporates.

Carol watches you, grinning.

Only stopping to cast a defensive glare at a teen who watches you with a disgusted look.

Subtly turning you so you don’t register the teen.

You’re telling a story about face planting a door to even notice Carol moving you.

Your mood is far too innocent to deal with any obnoxious people.

When Carol is happy you’re still fully consumed by your conversation with Natasha, as well as distracted by the sugary goodness on the counters display, Carol returns her attention to the teen and raises an eyebrow, glaring at him.

When he clocks her stare, the boy’s glare falls from his face but he doesn’t back down.

“Is there a problem?” Carol asks in a low, warning tone.

The boy doesn’t reply.

He takes his drink and pastry and walks past, muttering the word, “Dykes.” under his breath so Carol specifically hears it.

She’s just so happy Natasha has you under her spell.

And oh, how Carol wishes she responded.

Cause a scene over this teen roach who wants to try and hurt you.

Hurt what’s hers.

Theirs.

Their baby girl.

It seems that karma wants this kid almost as badly as Carol does because the second he opens the door; three seagulls go for him.

White blurs tackle him, snatching bits of his pastry, leaving it reduced to nothing but soggy crumbs in his hand within seconds.

He lets out a startled scream.

In his haste to scramble away with what dignity he has, the boy ends up tipping his coffee all over his white shirt.

As well as almost losing one of his trainers in the process.

Carol watches, a smug smile firm on her face as the teenager bats away the seagulls with what remains of his pastry.

The rest of the coffee shop customers are watching too, enjoying the free show.

When the kid lets out a long stream of swear words, it catches your attention and you glance outside too; just in time to see the kid throwing his empty coffee cup to the ground in anger.

You glance at Carol.

“What did I miss?”

“Nothing, baby girl.” She kisses your temple. “Keep on talking with Natty.”

You shrug and go back to looking at the delicious treats.

Carol’s hand once again finds your own as the boy contemplates coming back into the store.

But he catches Carol’s gaze - as well as most of the others in the store - and rethinks his options.

Instead, he swaggers off, trying to keep what little of his pride he had left.

Which in Carol’s eyes isn’t a lot.

When she turns her attention back to you, your nose is all but pressed up against the glass counter.

“Easy there, baby girl. You’re gonna go through the glass if you’re not careful.”

Carol can’t help the small grimace as you pull back, a nose print staining the glass.

Groaning about germs as you shoot her a sheepish look.

“Tell Carol we say hi, baby?” Natasha asks you.

“I will, after I get to speak with Wanda.”

“Oh? Was that an order, little girl?” The red head replies.

“I - no.”

“Pass the phone to Carol like a good little girl and we’ll forget this happened, understood?”

“Yes, daddy.”

You hand the phone quickly and get a brief head scratch from Carol in return.

“Stop scaring the small one, baby.” Carol says with a smirk into the phone. “Oh? Is that so?”

Carol’s playful demeanour changes so suddenly it has you nervously biting at your thumb.

“Leave it with me. You’re not staying there for another two weeks.”

“Two weeks?” You can’t stop the pout from forming.

Carol yanks you to her side and cuddles you close.

“No, baby. They’ll be home in two days like we promised. No later.”

Natasha continues the conversation and Carol listens.

Sensing your worry, she asks Natasha to pause before speaking to you.

“Go and order our drinks, kitten. Order the sweetest thing that you had your eye on and then find us a table, okay? Everything is fine.”

“Do you want an americano or a latte?” You ask a little glumly.

Carol leans down to peck your lips.

“Americano, please, baby. With warm milk.”

You nod, and reluctantly do as you’re told, letting go of Carol’s hand to walk to the till to make your orders.

Only, as you’re about to open your mouth to greet the lady, Carol shouts your name.

“I’ll call Nat back on my cell. You got a message too, baby.”

She chucks you your phone and you manage to catch it straight to your chest.

You wince.

You don’t even check who it is, instead opting to pocket it so you can order your drinks and treat instead.

The need for sugar is too high.

They’re going to be gone for two more weeks? How is that even fair?

And what if Carol has to go back?

You’ll be alone once again; being an awkward third wheel to MJ and Peter…eating crappy take out while they are all cuddled up on the couch under the same blanket…

“...hon? That’ll be $13 total.”

“Oh! Sorry.”

The cashier smiles.

“How will you be paying today?”

“Card, please.”

Of course when you go to pay, Carol just appears with her own card, and taps it against the machine before you can blink.

“My treat, baby.” She kisses your cheek, smiling when you blush slightly. “I’ll bring the drinks over.”

“Okay,” You lean up so you can kiss her cheek. “I’m waiting for my cookie though. Don’t want you taking a sneaky bite.”

“You don’t want me to take a sneaky bite of your cookie?”

You can hear Natasha’s belly laugh from Carol’s cell and fight back the blush when the server comes back with your treat.

You just know she heard Carol’s remark with the way she refuses to make eye contact with you.

“One chocolate chip cookie. Your drinks will be a couple minutes.”

You go to take your treat from her but somehow, despite being quick, Carol manages to get it before you.

She takes a large bite from your cookie before handing it over to you.

“Yummy.” Carol says, crumbs falling from her lips. “Good choice, kitten.”

“My cookie…”

You’re pouting and you fully know it.

“I’ll take another bite if you don’t stop pouting. Go and find us a table.”

You glance at your cookie and sigh.

“Fine.”

You turn and jump, a squeak escaping your lips when Carol smacks your ass.

“Less attitude too, please.”

“Sorry, Carol.”

You set off to find a table and the thought hits you.

You don’t have a middle ground nickname. For any of them.

Sure you have their dom titles; but in this case, calling Carol ‘Captain’ just doesn’t work.

You make the mental note to ask Carol this when she joins you.

You flop onto the sofa seat and sigh, nibbling on part of the cookie that Carol left you.

“Stupid, big mouth, dom.”

Your phone buzzes again.

“If this is you MJ, wanting a hot chocolate, I swear to God.”

But it isn’t MJ.

No.

Your body freezes.

It’s your bimonthly texts from your parents.

Coming in with a slam dunk to ruin your mood.

You can’t even bring yourself to open the messages; knowing they’ll be waiting to check for the ‘Read’ icon.

A request of hers.

So you opt for blissful ignorance instead.

Lying your phone screen down on the table, you nibble your cookie and watch Carol talk on the phone.

You can tell she’s stressed.

She wants Natasha and Wanda home just as much as you do.

When your phone buzzes again, you shove it roughly back into your pocket; mood officially sour.

The messages will be waiting when you get home.

They will still be waiting.

You refuse to let them ruin this.

Ruin the good in your life.

No.

You want to live in this bubble with your darling Trio a little while longer.

Before they come into it and destroy everything.

Is it too much to ask?

#sugar mommies #natasha x wanda x carol x reader #wanda maximoff #carol danvers #natasha romanoff #reader insert #reader #sugar mommies season 2

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azulas-lightning-bolt · 2 months

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fem mako… save me fem mako…

okay so I saw @jade-of-mourning’s post about how makorra would make bomb yuri and I am 100% in agreement so,, how I imagine tlok would go if mako was a girl.

I feel like this would totally affect mako’s backstory n stuff too because life on the street is rough for any kids but like. little girls with no one to run to surrounded by creepy criminal guys. not great! so not only would that add an extra layer of trauma, but I feel like it would also add dimension to mako+zolt’s dynamic when mako and bolin worked w the triads. like, instead of firebending gang leader who wants to shape a mini-me he found into his successor, it’s. hold on let me make another sentence. it’s a girl who’s learned to protect herself and a man she needs to defend herself from offering to teach her better. so there’s less of the straightforwardness of their canon interactions—mako knows she’s being exploited but is willing to play into it to take advantage of learning zolt’s skills and zolt knows she’s clever but wants her close. idk how fucked up zolt would be, but he could probably have some motivations related to trafficking as a backup should mako turn on him that would’ve been less viable with canon mako. idk. thoughts are thinking too quickly for me to type rn.

I’m not gonna go through everything in tlok for the sake of not yapping for 12 hrs like i did in my 100yr war mako post but through the four books in the context of makorra i imagine it would go:

b1: weirdgirl firebender who’s a control freak becomes the avatar’s best friend. she’s totally not in love btw. and there’s literally no jealousy at all when asami befriends korra either cause they’re just chill. just friends, how friends are, yk. amon is a freak but part of her is relieved he took zolt’s bending. thought the thought of her getting her bending taken away feels like a part of her autonomy being taken and that’s terrifying so she’s relieved when he fucking dies.

b2: from what I recall team avatar is more split up during b2 and do you know what that means. so much pining. it smells like a forest with the amount of longing bro. then mako gets arrested and prison as we all know is such a friendly environment for women so. more trauma. then harmonic convergence happens at that is absolutely when makorra realize they’re in loooove. then vaatu happens and it’s like ohhh shit I’m in deeeep.

b3: new airbenders yay! mako is distracted from korra a little bit when she and bolin meet their long lost extended family, until dear old grammy says that korra would make a fine husband for her granddaughter if she were a man. and cue gay panic cause DOES SHE KNOW???? HOW??? I’m being intentionally vague cause I last watched this show like five years ago and I don’t remember the timeline at all but bear with me. airbenders in ba sing se are freed, krew makes their way over to zaofu to meet opal. this is cool it’s fine. lin is literally mako’s mom and she’s still worried the whole time they’re on zaofu. korra is kidnapped. prison for mako and bolin (again). m+b search the desert for korrasami, it’s all mostly the same except more. yk. gay pining. korra is poisoned but the girls have a girl moment on air temple island after Jinora gets her tattoos :3

b4: korra travels for a while, before returning to rc. then she’s gone again to the swamp. kuvira attacks zaofu, korra defends, and then she’s back. mako and asami are. yeah. blah blah blah that one episode of makorra reminiscing gets really gay, kuvira tries to take over rc, mako lightning-zaps the mech and almost dies and then BOOM. they kiss after the battle. and the lesbians win once again as makorra walk into the spirit world hand in hand.

if you’re wondering why this was written so disjointedly it’s because I kept getting distracted mid-sentence. and I also hate how the romance was dealt with in canon, but it’s such a big part of b1 (my favorite book minus romance) and the repercussions lasted throughout all four seasons so obviously that I physically cannot bring myself to rewatch it. and girls are so. thank u lychee ur really super awesome and cool for drawing makorra as girls because I think they would’ve worked out in canon if mako was a girl. sorry I’m really sick rn and I’m a little out of it lmao 😭🙏🏼

#legend of korra #mako lok #lok #tlok #mako tlok #korra #makorra #lesbian makorra my loves #fem mako #is that a tag?#I think it should be #slug’s stuff

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slashingdisneypasta · 1 year

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Evil Queen x GenderNeutral!Reader x Maleficent || Smutshot

Plot: Hilda and Mal don’t usually get along but they don’t mind using each other to make you into a mess. // Or, they make you watch them and then clean them up with your mouth.

Warnings: Threesome themes, smut, lesbian sex/rubbing, grinding/humping, pussy licking, cum tasting, Hilda being rough, Mal being gentle, Mal refusing to say Hilda's name right, no actual mention of sex organs or cumming for the reader, etc. This was a middle-of-the-night, 'cant sleep', idea!! It is also unedited so I apologie for the unfiltered filth (:

“Well, Y/N??” Hilda’s looking at you with one perfect raised eyebrow, and you just stare dumbly back at her; unsure you’re really seeing what you think you’re seeing. She doesn’t seem to mind it though, possibly expecting it- possibly intending to make you that way. “Lay down. I’m not doing this for my own pleasure, you know.”

Mal gives Hilda and sceptical look, almost as if she wants to laugh at her. “No, certainly not,” Then her eyes roam over to you and develop a softness you rarely see. Or maybe you just don’t notice it. Maybe she looks at you like this all the time, but you only notice now as you compare the way she looks at you to the mischievous way Hilda does. “But she’s right, pet. Make sure you get a good view- this certainly will not be happening again.”

“Absolutely not… “

“Well- “Mal looks at Hilda once again, a teasing smirk on her lips as she draws the other woman who’s always ever so irritated with her, in against her body; Experiencing skin-to-skin contact with her for the very first time. “Depending on how Y/N enjoys it actually.”

Hilda gives a drawn-out sigh, rolling her eyes upwards. She doesn’t lean away from Maleficent but she does look away from her. You can tell, by the way this woman does not back down though- that she’s invested herself in what they’re about to do. “… we’ll see… “

“Hmm~ “

Then, Hilda’s eyes return to you once again and Mal’s follow, looking amused a you stay by the door- wondering whether this is real or not. When Hilda called you to her courters you felt anxiety build up in the pit of your stomach, worried you were in trouble. You certainly didn’t expect this. You certainly didn’t expect to see her and Mal both… together, like this. Naked, kneeling on the bed together.

And asking you to lay your head down below their sexes and watch.

“What are you waiting for, my dear?” The Queen asks, watching your eyes dip down to wear their pussy’s are level with eachother, ready to touch. How Mal’s thigh sits ever so slightly between Hilda’s. “Don’t make my wait any longer.”

“Um- “Your cheeks are so hot, as you near Hilda’s large bed covered in fur rugs and silky sheets in the colours red and pink, and carefully- hesitantly- crawl up on to it. Mal’s eyes follow you carefully as you lay down on your back, close to them. If it weren’t for the heat in her eyes and way Hilda insisted, or demanded, you would be very embarrassed. Instead though you feel a torturous ache in the pit of your stomach replace your nerves. “Okay… “

“Very good. Now Hilde?... “Mal turns with a smirk to the queen, affectionately stroking her cheek with her thumb as Hilda scowls back at her.

“Hilda, you dirty green fly.”

“Of course.” Mal replies, though here it’s said like ‘whatever’. “Shall we put on a show for our dear Y/N??... or are you going to continue making that face at me, instead?”

Here Hilda pauses, a tight frown pulling at her pretty lips and creasing her fair features and for a moment she looks as if she’s about to snap again at the fairy… but just lets out a defeated sigh and you notice she looks graceful and regal- even as she leans in and presses her cunt against the other woman; The lips a breath apart. “I can accomplish both.”

“Hmmm~ Of course you can.”

As the two slowly start to rock against each other, rubbing their most private parts against each other, you feel your mouth fall slightly open at the sight. The two pairs of lower lips, stimulated and wet, grinding against eachother- making you ache to do something too. You throb at the sight just above you, so close you could lean up and kiss them if you were so brave, and Hilda notices you. Her eyes flicker down to you quickly and it spurs her on- looking forward to the part where you will put your soft tongue on her instead of having this awful fairy’s dirty cunt rubbing all over her.

She spreads her knees a little wider and moves her hips slowly against Mal’s- aiming for the most pressure in their most sensitive places. The sooner they cum and make a mess of each other, the sooner she can sit on your face.

Mal has her eyes closed, picturing you instead of the up-tight queen. It makes her far more responsive to her ministrations. And far more needy. She finds herself reaching around to Hilda’s admittedly amazing ass and dragging her taught against her as they grind. Harder, tighter, sloppier. Soon they’re humping at each other desperately, angling themselves so their cunts connect and cross perfectly with eachother, their lips melding together roughly and their clits sending jolts of pleasure every single time they make contact.

When Mal finally opens her eyes a crack, to see you trailing your fingers down towards your own area, probably searing hot and throbbing at just watching them. She smirks and drags her gaze over to Hilda. The other woman looks focused, determined, but there’s no denying that foggy look in her eyes.

She is loving the Maleficent’s pussy.

“Hm,” Mal gives a half hum/half puff at her. “Grim~… “

“Hilda... and what?” She demands, not looking away from where they connect, very focused on reaching her orgasm and cumming all over the fairy’s abused cunt. Her hands are on Mal’s hips and she helps to press them against each other.

“Look at me… “A very sharp nail makes contact with the soft skin below Hilda’s chin and guides her face upwards, to look at her. “Y/N’s looking rather adorable, aren’t they?... “

At a mention of yourself, your eyes widen like saucers as you look at to their faces. They both look back down to you and, yes- you look overwhelmed and submissive and perfect. “I knew they would.”

Those words from Hilda mean something, the Evil Queen doesn’t hand out compliments for nothing. It causes your lips fall open once again.

-Oh fuck, Hilda thinks. Fuck, fuck, fucking… god, all she wants is to put her cunt in your mouth. What do you expect she’s going to feel when you open your mouth like that??? “Mmmgh,” She groans, halfway between frustrated and pleasured, and turns away from you. She forces her lips onto her Mal’s, which are far softer and far more pleasant then she thought, and thrusts her tongue down her throat as a distraction.

You watch this with shock and lust- their mouths are barely closed so you can see where their tongues collide and you just want to be one of them. You want to do something. You need-

Letting out a frustrated sound of your own, you give in and lean upwards. Your lips find where Mal’s and Hilda’s pretty pussy’s collide and slowly graze your lips over the area in an open mouthed kiss. Just as you’re pressing your hot tongue against them, Hilda bucks her hips and you carefully move back down to the mattress just in time to see Mal hold Hilda’s hips perfectly still against hers- and cum.

Hilda comes as well, leaking her own jizz all over the place. They both let out contended sighs and god, they look like goddesses to you.

Quickly they rub themselves against each other again, spreading their juices all over eachother’s pelvic areas- creating a good amount of mess for you to clean up, then disconnect and sit down; Breathing heavily and recovering from their highs as you sit up and stretch your back.

Mal’s watching you as you do so, her eyes following the curve of your body until you look back at her- wondering why she’s watching you. When you raise a brow at her, she smirks. “Well?? Who are you going to clean first, love?”

“… Uh,” You look from her, to Hilda for help, and then back to Mal when Hilda proves unhelpful. “What- what do you mean?”

When you look to Hilda this time, she takes pity on you and curls one finger at you; Gesturing for you to go over to her which, obediently, you do. You come to her until she stops you, a hand on your chest, meaning you’re so close to your lips are very nearly touching. Hilda’s giving you a smirk, before she moves off the headboard of her bed and leans in towards your ear.

“You’re going to use your tongue, my dear. Clean us… with your tongue.”

When she leans back against the headboard once again she sees your eyes wide open and shocked, and loves it. Good, she thinks… now part your lips again. Please.

Your eyes slowly move down her body to her glistening groin, and you’re all too happy to go down then and bury your face there. Immediately her fingers are in your hair, scraping painfully over your scalp as her back arches up into your wet mouth. You lick Mal’s cum off of the queen’s skin greedily, spreading your tongue flat against her and taking as much as you can- until you get to her lips. There, you slow really down and dare to tease the Queen a little bit. Even with her claws in your scalp.

You give her clit only little kitten-licks, and slurp against her mound only softly. Taking the flavour from her slowly… and torturously gently.

“Oh, my dear… “Mal chuckles, watching the scene and probably the furious look in Hilda’s eyes with utter amusement. “I wouldn’t do that to her, if I were you… she’s been waiting for your mouth quite~ a~ while~ She’s liable to do something… a little rough, for you.”

“I think they want me to, Maleficent… “ Hilda’s voice is a surprise, above you. Gone is the mischievous, sensual drawl from before… “I can do that.” Now there’s a cold, sharp edge to it. Hollow. And just as you’re about to disconnect your lips from her warm, used, perfect pussy- her fingers slide down from your scalp to the back of your neck and forces you down securely against her.

This woman uses your mouth, now, grinding against your face so all you can do is hold your mouth open for her and stick your tongue out to roll through her holds.

It goes on like this, her using your tongue like a glorified toy and you just taking it like a desperate, obedient, slutty servant, until she cums again directly into your mouth this time. You moan at the flavour, licking into her once again and taking it all as she slows down and lowers her hips back down to the bed.

When you take your mouth away from her this time, she lets you. And as you sit back up properly again she gives you quite a pleased look- returning back to her controlled state, with hooded eyes and almost a frown on her lips. Whoever knew Hilda had such a side to her?… Well, you aren’t complaining. You can still feel her on your tongue.

“I think it’s my turn now, pet~” Mal calls, catching your attention from the other side of the bed.

“Oh- “When you turn your head to her, you’re choked to see her lazily thrusting two long green fingers in and out of her hole as she watched you with Hilda. Oh my god. As if hypnotized, you crawl over to her but before you get the chance to lower yourself to her hole- she takes a finger and guides your lips to hers in a kiss, first.

Its surprisingly gentle compared to how Hilda treated you. Surprising, because you never would have thought Mal would be the softer lover between them. You contend that you shouldn’t judge them without knowing better, again, as she kisses you warmly; Sucking the flavour of Hilda’s cunt and her cum off your tongue.

When its over, and she slowly lets you go, she gives an almost encouraging smile- if it weren’t for the evil glint always in her eyes. “… there. Now you’re clean.”

“… ugh, Mal.” Hilda rolls her eyes from across the bed. The gesture is almost audible, even as Mal has your full attention. “You’re so sentimental.”

“To each their own, Hilly… “

#Evil Queen x Reader #The Evil Queen x Reader #Evil Queen Grimhilde x Reader #Maleficent x Reader #Evil Queen x Maleficent #Evil Queen Grimhilde x Maleficent #The Evil Queen x Maleficent #Smutshot #Disney Villains #Disney Villains x Reader #Smut

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tempting-andromeda · 6 months

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Can I please have headcannons for Sadie with fem s/o who is secretly in love with Sadie. She wants to confess her feelings but is scared of how she might react. Fem reader drops little hints here and there and eventually confesses one night at camp when everyone is asleep and they are the only ones awake. I would love to see how Sadie and fem reader deal with being secret lovers in 1899 since it wasn’t smiled upon back then and very dangerous to be lesbian/gay/bi, etc and i would love to see how they are out, open and free with the other camp members and how they are comfortably out to John Abigail Jack uncle and Charles post RDR2. And please do a little fast forward to after the events of the game when John Charles and sadie k*ll Micah and sadie is happily settled down with fem reader and their poodle dog! Just living a quiet happy wholesome life where sadie works as a bounty hunter and comes home to fem reader cooking a delicious meal sorta life. Cozy, warm vibes and a happily ever after together forever 💖💖💖💖💖 sorry if this is cheesy and cliche I just love this little idea I have in my head of Sadie happily married to her fem s/o (low key of course because it was illegal to be LGBT in the 1800s and I would love to see how Sadie and fem reader navigate their life before and after the events of the game) !! Love your blog! 🥰✨✨✨

Sadie Adler

I think it would genuinely take sadie a bit to get back into a relationship

She’s traumatized and she just lost jake and so she doesn’t even realize you were dropping hints

You two get close and there’s this lingering emotion but she purposefully ignores it

It takes until like a month or so for her to finally acknowledge it and at first she doesn’t want to be in a relationship

Super against it because she’s a mess

When you confess she somehow rejects you but returns the feelings at the same time

Takes everything at a slow pace

It’s not like internationalized homophobia or anything…homegirl had like the worst experience ever a few months back

Likes to hold your hand

It’s such a tender thing

Separating your finger and bending them slowly while you both lay on your sides facing one another while you try to sleep

A very complicated “we’re not dating but we are”

Likes standing around you just to have your company but sometimes she just looks like a body guard with her arms crossed

Kisses your finger tips

Idk I just think she wouldn’t be ready for actual kisses so she works her way up

Everyone knows you two are somewhat a thing because even if you both wanted to hide it Sadie will practically growl at anyone who stares too long

Likes to go off with you and doesn’t tell you what you’re doing

Give you a quick “come on” and doesn’t answer any questions

Thinks anything can be a surprise if she wanted to to be

She wants to go to the gunsmith to get a new rifle? She’s gonna take you and act like she has the most romantic date planned

After the events of rdr2 she’s healed a lot more

She wasn’t on her own for like…8 years so she’s definitely grown

More into physical touch

Loves coming behind you and grabbing your waist while she nuzzles into your neck and kisses it

She’s a cheeky bastard

How can she do anything wrong she’s just a girl with a gun

Tells you all about her bounties and sometimes if you get her too into it she’ll recreate some moments

Jumping up out of bed to act out slashing a guys neck and getting blood on her

She’s so dramatic and she’s giving you a lopsided grin

Picked the poodle up as an apology for getting stabbed when she hunted down Micah with John

She saw how Abigail reacted with John and she didn’t want to be in the dog house

Always insists a meal needs more seasoning no matter how much you add

It either needs more salt or pepper

She’s real hesitant about pda and to other people y’all have an elaborate story about how both of your husbands died and you’re widowers together

Just besties

She has horrible jealousy isssues

She’s not worried you’d cheat

She just possessive

Tried to invite John and Abigail over for dinner frequently but after the first time she couldn’t do it again

Had to protect her peace

And she got tired of everyone mid way and didn’t know how to tell anyone she just wanted to nap with her wife

Whenever y’all do hang out with the marstons she somehow gets kicked out of the wife circle and is forced to Interact with John

She has fun but John is just so much to deal with

She’s absolutely shit at cooking

She can cook meat but anything else?

She complains if you try to get her to cook

If you do make her cook or you can’t she just goes into town and buys something that’s easy or already made

Likes to join you in the kitchen when you cook though

She’ll stand behind you with her hands on your hips telling you to cut the potatoes bigger or smaller

Whenever it’s just you two or any of your friends she loves to call you her wife

Smiles all goofy and everything

#sadie adler #sadie rdr2 #rdr2 headcanons #rdr2 sadie #I love Sadie #sometimes I do something wrong while playing so she’ll yell at me

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 1 month

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DAMN CAP YOU COOKED THIS IS MASSIVE!! SPOILERS FOR CHAPTER 72 OF PN BELOW BEWEAR!!

OHH SHE TOOK THE EARINGS WITH HER STEALING THEM ok i’m a fool right this makes sense.

Girl. girl please. “You gotta trust me marinette I’m the only one you can trust” YOU WERE TRYING TO SCAM HER

Love Fei, the dichotomy of man is so real with her

Damn brother what an intro, and then we snap back to Juleka pretending she is Batman. I hope she is at least enjoying running around on the rooftops she wanted to chapters ago

I genuinely can’t tell if girly has a concussion or not. I am one to be tricked by the narrator so since she’s saying she doesn’t i’m like “Oh ok, i trust you”

Aww cute Alya and Juleka friending it up real style, I like how Alya was begging panthera to find marinette, so real of her.

Juleka: dont worry i actually do this super often

Alya: be concussed on a rooftop?

HA-

Yooo super soulmate tracking activated??

I still find the fact that Marinette said that they “speedran dating” to be hilarious

Fei panicking like this is her first sleepover is so silly style

AUGH NO MARINETTE IS NOT THE PERSON TO ADMIT YOU WANT TO KILL SOMEONE TO

Like i love girly but damn Fei you did not choose the right person to admit murderous intent to

Like maybe this is good for Fei to be told “hey girl that’s a bit far” but like let the girl get her emotions off her chest before invalidating them LB damn

Cash, my brother, fuck off. Fei, kick him in the balls, I command thee.

She was being emotionally vulnerable! Let her have her moment!

Damn brother, Cash really just hit Marinette with the fact that good people can do bad things for reasons they see as good, this will literally break her good people meter.

Panthera where be you

Ricky, ricky when I catch you ricky (me about Cash)

YES GIRL (marinette said screw you, i’m hype)

Oop- Marinette is fighting back, and now she pointed out the obvious (to us, not to Fei)

Damn brother plot twist (which I forgor)

Oh dear oh dear oh dear, poor Fei. Girly it’s ok he took advantage of you in a vulnerable state that’s not your fault augh I feel awful for her

NOOO HAWKCOCK RETURNS BAD TIMING FUCK OFF

Help “what’d her glove do?” his hysterical

She pointed at the little akuma resting on her finger, “Are you gonna eat that?”

“Obviously not! Are you- oh you are. Okay.” ok so. Can marinette eat akumas to purify them?

Hey did Fei just get a real concussion?? Exciting

Who are these random lesbians in my father’s ancient duty cave? I ACTUALLY LOST IT

Oh damn the prodigious have shown up this chapter! Nice.

NAH NOT HAWKMOTH HAVING PTSD FROM PANTHERA HAAA

Sorry not many comments on this bit i’m too into it to write

Realest reaction to gaining super powers

Wha da hell the renlings are mad. I do not remember them from the shanghai special i just remembered big lion guy

Damn motherfucker this shit bangs

Fei having the time of her life is very fun, it’s also been rather novel to have so much not-Juleka POV lately! Though that tracks with how much you like Fei!

I do wonder if you’re going to have her show up outside of this arc or naw, I guess i shall wait and see >:3

Could these lesbians please focus? HELP FEI STOP BEING SILLY

Damn nobody wants her to kill Cash. except me, Kill him Fei. I demand thee.

I mean i think it would permanently scar her, but yknow, character building gotta come from somewhere buddy

Goddamn!! That rocked. Fei kicked his ass, hell yeah. Glad she didn’t kill him though (shush i have layers)

Help the awkward after battle chat with Hawkmoth what is this

FEI HAS A POINT THIS IS WEIRD AS SHIT

Backstory?? For Cash?? Ohhhh its that fucker. Cash is the guy who- oh ok it’s all coming together

HELP THE CHAOS

YOOO LION AKUMA HELLLL YEAH

I’ve always thought his akuma was sick as fuck

HAWKMOTH DIED/??

HELP SO MUCH IS HAPPENING ROSE CALLED AND- GTVNBUREFI

Ok so my suspicion that Adrien will find out has dimmed, but the embers are still there. Maybe he’ll be vaporized.

Yeah maybe now isn’t the time for impromptu therapy ladies

Hell yeah, Panthera for the emotional intelligence win you go girl

Oh no it went wrong, Fei running away from your problems doesn’t work this is an awful time to do that!

No because Fei literally challenges Marinnettes ideals of a good person, her black and white way of thinking about things has been a (interesting!) source of conflict throughout this but i don’t believe she has ever disagreed with someone in this way that she actually likes. Idk if this makes sense, basically what I’m saying is this could be an interesting way to develop her black and white view on good and evil

I have feelings about it all ok??

“I can’t think about this” YES YOU CAN LB

I’m curious when Juleka will use that power again, also what is it called?

HELP NO i am actually out of breath from how much i laughed at Juleka picking up the phone for Rose WHILE CLIMBING WHATS HIM NAME SHADOW OF THE COLLOSUS STYLE

GIRL. HAVE SOME PRIORITIES.

WAIT IWIAIT WIH3W

WHAY

WITA

JULEKA CALLED HER SUNBEAM? ISN’T THAT WHAT SHE CALLED ROSE AS PANTHERA OR AM I GOING INSANE

WAIT. ROSE HAS A CLUE NOW? I’M GOING INSANE CAP

CAP PLEASE

I HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR THE ROSE-JULEKA REVEAL FOR YEARS

WHEN.

Sorry i went mad

In my head when LB was flung off the big guy she pinwheeled through the air silly style

Is. is fei just flying about crying? “A mournful cry” and “red and gold streaked above them” like. As a bird i think that counts as flying about for the fuck of it and sobbing it up real style

It has been. A week maybe more. Sorry got distracted read 1.4 mill for another work got way too invested, we are so back though

And back to Fei’s POV epic crying girl montage qued

“And it was all her fault” girl please, there is a dickhead called HM and I think it’s more his fualt than yours, get over yourself

The renlings are so cool, the dialogue you had them do was mega cool cap

Dragon renling is bad ass, personally i would name them. He is now dubbed; Daniel.

Damn move over Juleka, there’s a new therapist in down, his name is Daniel the Dragon

Oh thank fuck, when Daniel said forgive i was like bitch Cash doesn’t deserve that, but forgiving herself makes so much sense.

Not Panthera offering to fix her makeup- Juleka is so sweet girl

“We’ve got your back, Fei.” Ladybug exclaimed, “L-Like; If you need a plan, I’ve got one. I’ve got a great plan. I just need a GIANT jug- this made me lose it. What the fuck LB what would a giant jug do pray tell

YEAH DRAGON TIME

Sorry, that piece about her dad was lovely and it was awesome to read, it swept me up so i just ended up saying dragon time

Hm how does the dragon speak if it doesn’t have lips (in my head)

No because ack what is this plan that involves a giant vase. Panthera you go girl don’t let her get eaten by another akuma, the dinosaur was enough. What will they do for Feast if not be eaten though that is the real question

Ya girly Fei just kicked kaiju ass in under 5 minutes because their timers were going off so, current MVP of the series; Fei, followed by Juleka for her metallica moment

Aww Mei Shi is adorable

He's so nice help

WHERE DID HE GO

Also wonderful break POV, that was a good line

Get his ass gang, cash is a dick

MEI SHI IS ADORABLE YAYAY AND SMALL

Fei has like 13 friends now. Is there 12 renlings or no i can’t remember

“Ooh sounds yummy.”

“You sounded a lot more professional as a robot guardian guy.”

“I was. Now I’m small and terrible.”

“Joy.” I LOVES HIM SO MUCH HE IS SO BABY!!! If only they returned to Paris with LB and Panthera, he could be friends with plagg.

Juleka now has a favor…

Oh yeah plagg realised he could leave the ring while Juleka is transformed. That feels like an important detail.

“OH MY GOD I HAVE PARENTS.” i love marinette. I loved this whole interaction actually, “water under the bridge, forced under the bridge” and all that was really funny

Also the fact that Adrien didn’t know your not allowed to sleep with a concussion has me concerned.

Oh yay!! Juleka and Fei ‘therapy’ session

“That’s our everyday Ladybug!”

“AHA. YEAH. THAT SAYING. LANKS ADRIEN. I MEAN THANKS LADRIEN. THANKS. ADRIEN. AHAH.” realest reaction to that

The ending was very cosy, lots of fun :3

Finito!!!!!!! Amazing chapter Cap, ten out of ten, no a hundred out of ten is more fitting. I look forward to what comes next >:3

DANIEL I’m wheezing

I’m so glad you enjoyed bud! I’m gonna try and keep Fei in her lane for the rest of the fic or else my favoritism will show.

as for Panthera’s “special mode”, that’s called Mass Obliteration!

Plagg leaving the ring while Panthera is transformed is a marker on how much experience she’s had being Panthera.

When characters are transformed, they absorb that Kwami’s power to wear the suit. Then they expend a lots of that magic to use their powers and if they’re young and haven’t used that miraculous much- or don’t have lots of magic in general- then that magic is pretty much depleted to nothing once that power is used and their battery runs out after five minutes.

The Kwami is like the power source to the holder’s battery/charge, with the miraculous being the chord between them. Usually you need them “plugged in” aka in the miraculous at all time when the holder is transformed. However! Panthera’s gotten so used to Plagg’s essence that even if he leaves the ring for a bit, she can stay transformed as she has a bit of his magic to naturally spare. I hope that makes sense I’m babbling. Thank you to my buddy @ghostatjoes for that lore.

The base was in the original Shanghai episode. Ladybug’s plan was to get vored and break the akuma from the inside. It had organs. Mei Shi had organs. I was so disturbed, I didn’t wanna write that— and also I felt like Ladybug overhauling Fei’s fight was wrong. That was HER villain yknow. Wanted Fei to finish it all by herself.

I’m glad you enjoyed! This was def one of my favorite chapters ever to write. I think the size is an obvious indicator. I hope you guys enjoy Season 3! It’s coming I swear. I’m just writing a fun chapter before I drag you all into my hole of hell that I’ve been stewing over for years.

#panthera noire au #writing #Sneak a cat

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firstkanaphans · 8 months

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a prompt, if you're in the mood...

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Ray figures out that Sand has been 'taking care' of him in the bedroom this whole time. he decides to even things out a little.

(peace and good vibes, happy almost-only-friends-day to you) 🖤

I had so much fun with this, you have no idea 💕 Thank you for the request!

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“I am not a pillow princess!” Cheum cried. She was adorably drunk, her cheeks rosy, and she was leaning on her girlfriend’s shoulder, staring up at her like she hung the moon.

“I love you, babe,” April said with a snort. “But you are.”

“I am not!” Cheum whined. Then she stopped to think about it and dissolved into giggles. “Okay, maybe I am. But just a little bit!” She held her fingers up only a millimeter apart to demonstrate how little of a pillow princess she actually was and April plucked her hand out of the air.

“Do you see these?” April said, brandishing Cheum’s inch-long nails towards Ray as proof. They were filed to sharp points. “Would you want these talons inside of you?”

Ray winced at the mental image. He was unsure how he had gotten involved in this conversation in the first place. It was apparently his punishment for going to a gay bar alone with two lesbians since they were the only ones willing to drink with him.

“No?” he tried. It seemed like the correct answer.

“Thank you!” April crowed, vindicated, and then returned Cheum’s hand to her.

“My mouth works just fine, thank you very much,” Cheum said, cradling her manicured hand to her chest. “And you like my nails!”

“I do like your nails,” April agreed with a grin. Cheum scrunched her nose in delight and then pulled April in for a hug. Ray was still trying to figure out what the hell they were talking about.

“So, a pillow princess is a…?” he said, struggling with the context clues while three beers deep.

“She’s a bottom,” April said, putting it into terms he might understand. “She likes to just lay there and let me do all the work.”

Cheum smacked per playfully. “Don’t listen to her, Ray. She’s lying!”

Ray thought back to the night before when Sand had dropped down to his knees in the bathroom of P’Yo’s bar to suck Ray’s dick. Or a few days before that when he had spread Ray out on his bed and fucked him to three separate orgasms before coming himself. He thought about how even despite their economic differences, Sand was always the one taking care of him, offering him food and music and time. He was starting to worry it might be a pattern.

It wasn’t that Ray never returned the favor. He could suck dick with the best of them and he was a very interactive bottom, thank you very much. But sometimes, yes, he liked to just lay there and let himself be worshiped. What was so wrong with that? Horror washed over him.

“Oh my god. I think I’m a pillow princess.”

Cheum tilted her head and examined him carefully. “I can see that.”

“It’s not a bad thing,” April insisted even though she had just spent the past ten minutes teasing her girlfriend for it. “I like being the one that gets to take care of her.”

That made Ray feel better for all of ten seconds before Cheum butted in. “But you can’t just lay there all the time,” she snapped, clearly aware that moderation was not a concept Ray had ever had a firm grasp of. “You have to give some too. You’re giving some too—right, Ray?”

Ray downed the rest of his beer and stood up from the table. He was in desperate need of another.

Unfortunately, Ray couldn’t stop thinking about it. He’d had a lot of sex in his life—a lot of good sex. Or at least he had thought. But after one conversation with Cheum, suddenly he was questioning everything.

Was Sand happy with him—like, sexually? Because sex, alcoholism, and the occasional car ride home were pretty much the only things he was bringing to the table. If Sand left…Ray shuttered to even think about it. Sand was the one bright spot in his life right now; he couldn’t lose him. It would kill him. So, the next time Sand found his way into Ray’s bedroom, Ray was determined to prove his worth.

They crashed through the door kissing wildly, a trail of discarded clothes in their wake, and as soon as they reached the bed, Ray pushed Sand down onto the mattress. Hard.

Sand sat, bouncing with the impact, and laughed. “What’s gotten into you?”

“Nothing,” Ray lied. “I just want to take care of you.”

And then he dropped to his knees.

It occurred to him belatedly that he had never given a blow job quite like this before. Usually he was horizontal on a bed with a comfortable mattress beneath his knees, but now, staring up at Sand, who was staring down at him, he felt small. He swallowed hard.

“By all means,” Sand said, spreading his legs wide. "Go right ahead."

Ray let out the breath he had been holding and then reached for Sand’s belt. Sand lifted his hips to allow Ray to remove his pants, but otherwise, he didn’t offer to help. Instead, he watched Ray work with the fascination of a predator hunting prey. It was almost as if he couldn’t believe Ray was actually doing this. Until he took Sand into his mouth.

Sand moaned at the first brush of Ray’s tongue against him, but he didn’t lose himself to the pleasure the way Ray always did. Whenever Sand sucked him off, Ray’s eyes would roll back in his head, he would collapse down onto the sheets, and he would, well, just lay there. Exactly like Cheum had accused him of. But Sand didn’t do that. Instead, he watched Ray with an intensity that made his whole body feel like it had been set on fire. Ray reveled in the warmth. In the attention. He always did.

He swallowed Sand down as deep as he could, allowing himself to gag a bit because the one time he’d done that by accident, Sand had come almost immediately. Sand was on to him this time, though. His eyes darkened at the sound, but then he reached out, tangled his fingers gently in Ray’s hair, and began moving his head slower. Ray found that he liked being told what to do.

He worked up a rhythm, sucking Sand exactly how he was instructed—slow and messy, using his hand to stroke what he couldn’t comfortably fit in his mouth—and the whole time he watched Sand from beneath his eyelashes, hoping that he looked the spitting image of the selfless partner he was trying to be. But the unnerving thing was that Sand was watching him right back. And he looked hungry.

It was a look Ray usually only saw when Sand was inside of him and it broke his resolve. It made him want. He pulled off of Sand’s dick with an audible pop, pushed him down on the bed, and then crawled on top of him, kissing him deeply as if that might help expel some of the tension building inside of him. Sand kissed him back, but despite the fact that he was the one who had just gotten his dick sucked—quite well, Ray might add—he wasn’t yet as far gone as Ray was. He was still in control. He began stripping Ray of his clothes as Ray stripped Sand of his and soon, they were both naked, pressed skin against skin.

Sand reached for Ray’s lube—they had done this enough times now for him to know where it was kept—but before he could uncap it, Ray plucked the bottle from his hand.

“I told you already,” he said, pushing Sand back against the mattress and pinning his wrists to the bed. “Tonight, I’m taking care of you.”

To his surprise, Sand actually stayed where he put him. His cheeks were flushed at the novelty of being told what to do and it made Ray preen. Maybe he was actually doing this right. Once satisfied that he had no plans to move, Ray slicked up his own fingers with lube and reached around to open himself up. Sand’s fists were clenched tight in the sheets as if it pained him not to touch.

“You’re torturing me,” Sand corrected.

Ray shushed him and then kissed his lips and that seemed to calm Sand a bit.

It didn’t take long for Ray to stretch himself open. When Sand did it, he liked to take his time, liked to make Ray squirm, liked to make sure Ray wouldn’t feel even an ounce of pain. But Ray didn’t mind pain. He liked when he could feel it. So he grabbed a condom, rolled it onto Sand’s dick, already wet with saliva and precome, and then straddled him.

“Wait,” Sand said, stopping him. Ray stopped with a pout that Sand sat up and kissed from his lips.

“You’re supposed to be relaxing!” Ray argued, but Sand paid him no mind. Instead, he reached behind Ray and slipped two fingers inside of him. Ray moaned, pressing back against his hand and pushing the fingers further inside.

“What are you doing?” Ray whined. “Do you not trust me?”

“You’re not acting like yourself,” Sand said sheepishly. “I just wanted to make sure I wasn’t going to hurt you.”

“I am too acting like myself!” Ray said, pushing Sand back down onto the mattress a little harder than was strictly necessary.

“That’s the Ray, I know,” Sand said, laughing, but he was looking up at Ray with eyes so fond, Ray wasn’t quite sure what to do with them. So instead of trying to figure it out, he leaned forward and kissed him, reaching down at the same time to push Sand inside of him.

Ray moaned against Sand’s lips as he entered him and then sat back up, forcing him in deeper. And, just like always, Ray was taken aback at just how perfectly they fit together. Ray had had sex with a lot of men—more men, quite frankly, than he probably even remembered—but Sand was the first person who had ever been able to fill him so completely. It was as if their bodies had been made for each other.

Ray closed his eyes and rolled his hips just slightly, getting a feel for Sand inside of him, and he heard Sand’s sharp intake of breath as if the movement had surprised him. He had ridden Sand before, but even then, Sand had been doing most of the work. To be on top of him, in complete control of both of their pleasure…it was intoxicating.

He placed a hand over Sand’s heart to anchor himself and then slowly, he began to ride. He lifted up on his knees and then pushed back down and when he opened his eyes to look at Sand, he was biting his lip so hard he looked liable to draw blood.

“Too slow?” Ray teased, giving another half-hearted roll of his hips.

Sand growled and snapped his hips up, sending a shockwave of electricity through Ray. He shivered at how good it felt and he hated to stop him, but he had to. That’s not the game they were playing tonight. He pulled off of Sand completely.

“I told you,” he said as Sand whined. “I’m taking care of you tonight.”

Sand rolled his eyes. “Then you need to go faster.”

“Fine,” Ray said, once again pinning Sand’s hand back to the mattress next to his head. “But you have to behave.” The look Sand gave him then made it clear that behaving was the last thing on his mind, but when Ray let him go, he dutifully kept his arms pinned. “Good boy.”

He situated Sand at his entrance and then bore down, taking in just the tip at first—a small punishment for Sand’s insolence—before sitting all the way down. Sand moaned, but his gaze never wavered. He stared at Ray the whole time, his eyes dark and hungry. And for his obedience, Ray rewarded him, moving just the way he knew Sand liked: hard and fast with his body on full display.

Sand reached for him again without otherwise moving and this time, Ray let him. He let Sand touch his body, let him scratch gently across his nipples, but when he reached for Ray’s dick, Ray stopped him. Today wasn’t about him. Sand grumbled at the correction, but he knew better than to argue after what it had gotten him last time, so he settled for just laying there with his hands on Ray’s hips, watching.

Ray made sure he was a sight to behold. He rolled his hips sensually, letting his dick bounce up and down with each thrust, and every so often, he would whisper Sand’s name because everytime he did, he could feel Sand’s dick twitch inside of him.

Soon, Sand’s fingernails were digging scars into Ray’s hips and Ray could tell he was getting close. He leaned forward, changing the angle, and kissed Sand on the lips. Sand immediately wrapped his arms around him tight, holding him in place, and kissed him harder. But Ray could tell it wasn’t enough. He could tell that Sand wanted more. And since today was all about pleasing Sand, he was inclined to give him what he wanted.

“Do you want to fuck me?” Ray asked against his lips.

Sand whined. “Yes. Please.”

“How badly do you want to fuck me?”

“Ray,” Sand scolded.

Ray smirked and then paused, making Sand wait for the answer. “Then go ahead.”

Immediately, Sand flipped them and began thrusting into Ray hard. Ray couldn’t help it—he cried out at how good it felt. At how well Sand knew his body. At how well he could walk that line between pleasure and pain.

“Faster,” Ray begged and Sand did as he was commanded. Ray just lay there and took it like the pillow princess that he was, but Sand didn’t seem to mind. He kept fucking him, his mouth latched onto Ray’s neck, and he was panting with exertion, but there was a softness to his touch. Ray could tell that he wasn’t ready for it to end. But when Sand reached for Ray’s dick, Ray stopped him.

“You first,” he said. It was the least he could do. If Sand came first, maybe then his mission wouldn’t be a complete failure. Maybe then he could still hold his head high knowing he had been the cause of his pleasure at least once.

Sand grumbled, displeased with the idea, but he wasn’t the type to play games—in bed or otherwise—so he gave Ray what he wanted. He thrust into him one last time and then came with a grunt. And because Ray was right there on the edge of orgasm himself—too impatient to wait for Sand to recover, too starved to waste the opportunity to come while Sand was still inside of him—he reached between them and began stroking himself. Within seconds, he came as well, his body clenching around Sand’s.

They lay there tangled together, still connected, for several minutes before Sand finally pulled out of him. Once he did, Ray took it upon himself to get up and grab rags to clean them with. Sand seemed surprised by the gesture. He watched Ray all the way to the bathroom. Surely Ray had done this for him before, right? Surely.

He made Sand lay still as he ran the warm rag over his body, cleaning him meticulously. Sand watched him the whole time. Only once Ray had disposed of the rag and crawled back into bed with him, tucking his smaller body beneath Sand’s arm, did he speak.

“What are you pouting about?” Sand teased. “That was some of my best work.”

“I’m not pouting,” Ray argued. After an orgasm that good, pouting would be impossible. But he was a bit dejected. “I just wanted to make you feel as good as you always make me feel.”

Sand laughed, but then broke off when he realized Ray wasn’t joking. “You’re serious? Ray, are you really going to make me say it?”

“Say what?” Ray asked, legitimately confused.

Sand sighed and propped himself up on his elbow so that he was hovering over Ray. “You’re the best fuck I’ve ever had,” he said, pushing Ray playfully. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

Ray preened. “Really?”

Sand rolled his eyes. “I’m not saying it again,” he said, plopping back down onto the mattress. “Now, speak. What’s gotten into you?”

Although the truth was embarrassing, it seemed rude to hide it when it was causing Sand to worry. “It was brought to my attention that I might have been a bit selfish in bed.”

“Brought to your attention by who?” Sand snorted. “Your other lovers?”

“By Cheum.”

Sand shook his head, looking on the verge of laughter. “Ray, I like that you’re a spoiled brat in bed.”

Ray blinked in surprise. “Really?”

“We’ve been fucking almost every day for months. Did you really think I wasn’t enjoying it?”

Before Sand, Ray had had a lot of sex he didn’t particularly enjoy just to feel close to someone. He didn’t bother mentioning that to Sand. He found it touching that Sand enjoyed him, spoiled brat and all.

“So I’m not a pillow princess?”

“Oh, you’re a pillow princess, alright,” Sand said. Ray smacked him with a pillow and Sand laughed, emerging from the other side with his hair mussed, his cheeks pink, his eyes shining with mirth. “But you’re my pillow princess,” he added, pulling Ray down into a kiss.

Ray tried to feign anger, but it was impossible while staring at Sand’s megawatt smile. Instead, he broke down in a fit of giggles and collapsed into Sand’s side. Although the evening hadn’t gone quite as planned, he fell asleep that night with that knowledge that he was enough, just as he was, and he felt no shame for it. There were benefits to being royalty, after all.

#only friends the series #only friends fic #sandray #sandray fic #asks #sarah writes things

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College Student Athlete Yandere! Elizabeth Gets Jealous ✧.*

pairing : yandere! elizabeth x fem reader

summary : Lizzie fucks reader in a jealous possessive rage after she catches her flirting with the other team after a tough loss

authors note : this is lesbian elizabeth is a girllll

warnings: nsfw, established relationship, Crying, rough, dramatic, dub-con, strap-on, smacking…just whew

You stood around defeated on the court as the other team and fans cheered and celebrated around you. You joined Lizzie at an away game. Her team should have won, they were predicted to win. But the game turned sour when the referees seemed to favor the opponent. Lizzie’s team had lost. You were upset but even more upset for Lizzie as you knew what the game meant to her. The game had just ended, and she joined her team in the locker room with no time to talk to you. You were waiting for her to come out of the locker room so you two could return to the hotel room and relax for the evening. You stand around with a group of friends and family of Lizzie’s teammates when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

“Uh hey! You’re Elizabeth Moore’s girlfriend right?” a player from the other team smiles down at you.

“Yeah, I am…” you state a bit puzzled.

“We saw you on her Instagram and were wondering if we could get a picture with you! You two are the cutest couple!” She asks enthusiastically. It’s only now you notice the rest of the other team standing behind her.

“Aww, that’s so sweet yeah sure!” you reply, you’re a bit shocked people know of you and Lizzie. But you can’t say no to all these nice girls.

The girl that approached you hands her phone off to someone nearby while you and the girls start to move around for a picture.

“You two in the middle!” someone shouts.

You stand in the middle surrounded by these giant women a bit intimidated but flattered as they gush over your relationship.

Due to the severe height difference the girl beside you, the one that approached you, leans into you resting her elbow on the top of your head you all laugh because it makes for a funny shot.

The person with the phone is snapping multiple photos. You get distracted enjoying the girl’s humor and posing for the photographs, so you miss Lizzie exiting the locker room and coming onto the court to look for you.

That is until you see her standing behind the cameraman looming over them.

“y/n come here please we are leaving.” Lizzie glares at you, with her jaw clenched gripping her duffle bag tightly on one hand.

“Sorry Moore, just had to borrow her for a second!” The girl beside you says causing all of her teammates to laugh.

“Of course, Lizzie, let’s get back so you can rest.” You say scurrying over towards her, eager to make her feel better about the tough loss.

Oddly Lizzie doesn’t even reply, she just heads for the exit.

“Bye ladies, nice meeting you all!” You shout running out of the gym after Lizzie.

At the hotel, you are lying in bed in your pajamas as Lizzie takes a long shower. This was typical of her after any game, so you have no worries. That is until she comes out. Long blonde hair slightly wet, completely naked except for her favorite strap-on.

“Oh hi, babe.” You whisper just assuming she was feeling frisky as usual.

“Don’t hi babe me y/n. You know how I get about you.” She replies with a glare.

“Huh? What’s wrong? did I do something?” You question.

Without replying she makes her way to the edge of the bed grabbing your ankles once her shins hit the bed. She pulls you to the edge of the bed throwing your legs open revealing the panties you wear under your t-shirt. She moves her large hand down between your thighs gripping your whole mound.

“This is mine. You are mine.” She says while looking you in the eye, and moving her hand so her thumb is pressed against your clothed opening.

“Yes, I know.” you gulp nervous as to what is bothering her but also too aroused to ask again.

“You weren’t acting like it today. Why the fuck were you taking pictures with them? I saw her arm on you. I saw you giggling and smiling at their lame-ass jokes.” She glares at you while pressing her large thumb even deeper into your opening, creating a damp spot right where she pressed.

“Uh I, they just asked for a picture, Liz. “You breathe out.

You feel her hand pull away from your pussy. you almost whine immediately for her touch to return. But you don’t have to before you can blink, she lays a stinging slap to your pussy over your panties.

“You think I care about that?” She huffs grabbing your jaw to look at her.

Before you can even answer her question her hands are at your hips pulling your panties down.

“I don’t, all I care about is this right here. You. You know that. They only did that to piss me off you know. Losing the game, we should have won and then putting their hands on you, my love? Oh, that was the cherry on top. Next time we will win. I promise you that. But for now, you need to learn something.”

She rants while still looking you in the eye while sitting on the edge of the bed.

“What is it, Liz?” You ask fully obedient and ready to calm her any way you could.

“You’re mine, no one else’s. Ever. I don’t want those girls or anyone touching you like that ever again. Or I swear to God y/n I will hurt them. Now sit. Obviously you didn’t believe it before, so ill fuck it into your brain.” She speaks against your lips grabbing your hips to lift you over her. placing your thighs outside of hers with her cock between your legs.

Already so obedient and eager for her cock you reply, “Yes mommy.”

You have no trouble sliding yourself to the base of her length. Her possessive nature had softened and moistened your warm cunt. Even though you hate to admit it.

Once your clit meets her strap, she grabs your hips using her strong hips and arms to bounce you on her strap. After just a few bounces you feel as if she is going to split you in half. You moan aloud almost drooling at her pace.

“Yeah, look at you, you’re getting it now good girl.” She coos as she continues pounding and massaging the walls of your pussy.

But it’s not enough for her. She has to continue drilling it into your head. You are hers, and no one else’s. Her frustration from losing the game combined with her intense emotions at watching you interact with the opponent drove her insane.

She moves her hands from the tight grip she has on your hips, which she is using like handles to fuck you like a toy. Her arms make their way around your torso pulling you flush against her with her face breast into your breast. She continues her pounding by thrusting her strong hips into you. Rutting and moving the strap into your hole like she was opening you for the first time again.

“Mine, OK? You promise?” She asks into your chest fervently moving her mouth around to suck bite and nuzzle her face into your boobs.

“Yes, Mommy I promise.” You throw your head back shouting willing to say whatever you needed to for her to keep fucking you on her cock. Also to appease the dark urges you knew she had at seeing you with others.

Lizzie still in a possessive jealous frenzy kept fucking you causing you to scream and moan out. Your clit hitting the base of her cock, your hole full of her, it all became too much. You were going to cum soon.

Too cock drunk to notice earlier you feel tears against your chest as Elizabeth’s face is pressed against it. Still full of her strap you look down at her and she’s crying.

“Liz what’s wrong honey?” You ask lifting her face to look at you.

But she doesn’t stop fucking you. She speeds up her pace widening and opening your little cunt even more.

“Please y/n, don’t leave me. I love you. I’ll take care of you. I’m all you need ever.” She chants as she continues lifting you up and down her strap like a toy. The desperation and tears in her eyes make you even wetter as she fucks her devotion into you.

“I won’t Liz, I won’t ever.” You respond as tears well up in your own eyes from her emotions and the aching stretch of her cock inside you.

She notices your orgasm building up. To make sure her message was heard she flips you onto your back shoving her cock deeper into you as she leans over you.

“I know princess, I know.” She chants whilst grabbing your jaw and fucking you to an orgasm. Your arms wrap around her holding her close, calming the shock waves running throughout your whole body.

She doesn’t stop after your orgasm; she continues slowly rutting into you with her sore body. Giving all that she has even after exhausting her body during the game.

Once she becomes too tired to thrust into you anymore, and you are thoroughly fucked, and the bed is covered in your juices she doesn’t pull out. She keeps her strap in you and lays all her weight on you heavy breathing and kissing into your neck.

You are too cock drunk to try to clean yourself. You rest and let her lay on top of you controlling and owning your body, in the way that she pleases.

Both exhausted from the day’s events you too fall asleep with her strap still stretching her pretty pussy.

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nyaagolor · 10 months

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Your Pokemon headcanons are always SO great to read through! Could I share more of my own, although these ones might be too much. My brain has been floating around these HCs in my head for a while now.

Tulip owns around 3 or 4 Galarian Rapidash. Despite this, I actually do not think Tulip is a horse girl or any type/variant of a horse girl. She does ride them, but not often or consistently thanks to her jobs. Those Galarian Rapidash were actually gifts from when she travels to Galar for either a business trip, vacation, or something else. They are extremely well taken care of and maintained (by whoever Tulip hires, I can't see her doing it by herself alone sadly; especially because of her status and jobs.), but they are not a primary priority. Tulip still stops by the stables to give her Rapidash apples and pats whenever she could though.

Tulip is still intent on keeping them and in good shape, because she wants to have Galarian Rapidash riding dates with Dendra. Dendra has ridden one of Tulip's Galarian Rapidash and both of them ridden together (same steed or separate steeds) already, but Tulip doesn't think those count because they were not officially on a date during them as they were 'hanging out like old friends' like Dendra puts it (Dendra is too oblivious and Tulip has high standards for what counts as a date).

Dendra, although not a horse girl, still has horse girl energy to her. She definitely rode her Paldean Tauros before, similar to bucking bull rodeo, and had more injuries and trips to Miriam than she could count. Dendra thinks Tulip's Galarian Rapidash are badass sword horses (& has called them that) and attempted to play-fight with them. Tulip, not wanting Dendra to get stabbed by Galarian Rapidash's horn, put a stop to it. Dendra has carried a G-Rapidash bridal style at least twice. Neither of them is particularity good at horseback riding (both are decent or OK at best).

After a while Dendra starts to bring Miriam with her when she goes over to Tulip's stables. Miriam, I personally think, is a horse girl and she dotes on the Galarian Rapidash and they adore her back. Miriam always gives them healthy treats, quick checkups to see to make sure they're healthy (G-Rapidash pass with flying colors everytime) and brushes their manes. Galarian Rapidash love to give her nuzzles and return 'hugs' from her. I feel that Miriam would be a generally great rider or at least far better than either Dendra or Tulip. Tulip is thinking of giving Miriam one or two of her Galarian Rapidash, but worries that the unicorn(s) would get in the way of Miriam's nursing job. Ironically, Galarian Rapidash would actually be beneficial to Nurse Miriam's duties.

My apologies for the extremely long 'ask'; I really wanted to share this. Hope you have a well-rested week!

imma go out on a limb here and assume you’re the same anon who sent the ask about Rika and Mudsdale and the original horse girl ask and I gotta say: (gets down on one knee) anon pls never apologize for sharing ur hcs and ideas. I am very genuine when I say like I enjoy hearing what you have to say and would not be responding as frequently and enthusiastically as I do if I didn’t like it. Ur hcs are fire, never apologize for the length or the frequency or being “too much” bc I adore it, really and truly. Anyway

THIS RULES. Lesbians riding around unicorns is top tier. I am so glad Tulip has a near armada of sword horses for whatever her gay heart desires

#mod vex #ask

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ro-presents-under-the-nola-stars · 5 months

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Hi, your last story ended with little JJ being sent off to conversion camp but I was wondering if you could share more about what happened to her during and after that and when did Jasira find out about it? What was Jasira’s reaction and what happened when she first met Sandy Jareau? Please feel free not to answer if it’s not something you’re comfortable talking about. Thanks!

hi back! no worries, i have no issue answering questions that could b potential spoilers lol i don't consider this blog a spoiler free space so ask all the questions about the future that u please.

so, about little JJ going to conversion camp, that def is going to b something that comes up again time and time again, though it won't show up in overt ways bcus it isn't an experience that JJ had ever fully processed more so she jus shoved it all in the little pandora's box of her mind; actually bcus of that, she literally does not remember anything about the year of 1986, not even jus the summer is blocked out but that whole year. but, the affects of it show themselves in the little things about her every day life such as her only presenting femme in public, despite the lack of comfort and feelings of dysphoria, her little moments of being hyper aware of who might b seeing them when they're out in public and things like that. she also has nightmares that she's been having since she was about ten that come off and on, so we will be seeing those as far as aftermath. it's more like we will see JJ navigating the affects of it without the concrete memory of it. but, the what happened during and everything does eventually come back to JJ. it's during that s8 episode where JJ shuts the camp down that opens her pandora's box of horror, and when the conversion camp experience gets confirmed by Sandy, it makes an already bad relationship tarnished to the degree of no return. so, JJ and Shy pretty much have that confirmed for them around the same time.

that relationship would b referenced to jasira and sandy, who hate each other real real real real bad. i don't plan for them to meet until after henry is born, but when they do meet, it isn't pleasant. Sandy has a problem with Jasira for a plethora of reasons, and the absolute biggest one is bcus, prior to this JJ and Sandy hadn't spoken since JJ went away for college. JJ didn't start dating until she was in school. So, Sandy's whole finding out that her little shipping JJ off to camp didn't work was by finding out that Jasira and Henry existed, ie JJ's emotionally and spiritually married. So, Sandy took immediate issue with that, but she also just doesn't like Jasira. when she meets Jasira, she thinks she's "not classy enough," and "too outspoken" and she thinks she's "loud" and that she makes food "too spicy" and she "doesn't do her hair enough". Sandy's alone in life when I first introduce her so while she's pissed about JJ being a lesbian, she forces herself to b okay with that. But, she is of the idea that "well, if she had to be gay why couldn't she choose someone better than this?" and Sandy is a bigot so you can probably guess what her problem w Jasira actually is, but the two of them have beef. now, Jasira doesn't like Sandy partly bcus of how she's treated by Sandy but mainly bcus there's this like scared, sad kid version of JJ that comes out around Sandy and Jasira hates it real bad.

now as i mentioned, Jasira and JJ have the conversion camp thing confirmed at the same time, but something Sandy says when they first meet that itches Jasira's brain and she does, on her own, go looking for an explanation to what she said. it's actually how she learns that conversion therapy exists in the first place bcus she wasn't aware that such a thing existed. so, she has her questions before s8 and the confirmation, and she also has a healthy list of reasons to dislike Sandy Jareau before finding but when it is confirmed, um, the only thing that will prevent violence in that situation is going to be JJ bcus Jasira is going to want to beat her ass, lol.

i appreciate the ask! i hope it didn't feel like disjointed and that u understood my answer!

#the author speaks #ro presents: under the new orleans stars #jennifer jj jareau #jennifer jareau fanfiction

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storiesofsvu · 2 years

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Three Words Ch 11

Warnings: Language, Smut.

Roughly a month had passed since the day you and Casey had finally revealed your true feelings to each other, you’d spent the night pouring over a your emotions and a bottle of wine. Casey’d apologized over and over again, feeling completely terrible for the mistaken way she’d been treating you, and again for the way she’d reacted to the whole Nick thing. You accepted them, forgiving her, knowing that she was jealous, trying to come to terms with the fact that you were with someone that wasn’t her, deal with her own breaking heart.

By the time the wine was gone, you’d figured out how to move forward, you already had so much history, you felt like you were already nearly a year into a relationship, but there were obviously some hesitancies, some kinks that needed working out. You personally, were still unsure about the entire thing, half of you expecting Casey to vanish out of nowhere, to disappear as soon as you fell asleep, to pop up with another woman in her arms. You agreed to keep things mainly private at first as you unscrambled the wires, and you immediately decided to keep things exclusive, and most importantly you decided to keep the communication open and flowing easily. You’d known each other for years, you’d loved each other nearly as long, but there were still some walls to knock down. That night when you retreated to your bed you simply curled against each other, snuggling deeper into each others arms than you thought was possible, and Casey? Casey was more than happy to stay tangled in your arms all night, giving you the softest most pure good morning kiss that she could.

A few days later you were promptly shipped off to Brooklyn by Melinda, they were very short on staff and very overrun with cases, needing the extra hands that Manhattan didn’t. You didn’t see your usual squad, just the heart warming view of Casey inside your apartment when you came home at the end of the day. It was three weeks of Brooklyn before you had to take off to D.C. for another week at a medical conference, spending the time trapped in hotel rooms while you blatantly ignored the bantering of who was smarter than who based on how many times they were board certified.

You returned to New York just in time for Sonny’s birthday, the squad and lab team meeting up for celebration drinks that night. You’d had enough time to drop your stuff off at home and shower before heading out to the pub, telling Casey you’d meet her there as soon as she was done work. You were more than excited and relieved to be back in your regular borough, with your regular team. You were up at the bar getting your first drink, waiting for Casey when you got a rather large surprise in the form of Nick joining you, his hand entangled in someone else’s.

“Y/N! Hey!” She pulled you into a quick hug.

“Maria?!” You returned the hug, feeling your heart jump in your chest, “I didn’t realize you’d..be here..”

“We’ll have to catch up!” She turned to Nick, “Glass of red?” Quickly kissing his cheek she ran off to the bathroom. You turned to Nick, brow cocked.

“So…she doesn’t know…?” You gestured slightly between the two of you.

“No.” He took a swig of beer, “She thinks you’re a lesbian.”

“Thank fuck.” You muttered, he laughed, giving you a quizzical look.

“What?”

“I may be like low key terrified of her. She could snap my neck in seconds…” He let out a hearty laugh at that.

“Hey, sorry to dump that on ya like this. I would’ve told you sooner but things kinda happened so fast, where’ve you been anyways?”

“Brooklyn, D.C. It’s been a month.” You gave him a gentle smile, “And don’t worry about it, things…have a way of working out.” Your eyes moved up at the sound of the door opening, smile breaking across your face as Casey made her way to you.

“Hey.” She greeted softly, surprising both you and Nick as she pulled you into a deep kiss, smile evident against both of your lips. You weren’t sure if she was putting on a bit of an extra show to shove it to Amaro or if she really just missed you that much (to be honest it was both, and she had missed the feeling of your lips more than she could ever have imagined). Nick simply smirked,

“Glad to see you two worked things out.” You laughed, passing a drink to Casey as she linked your free hand in yours while you made your way to join the rest of the squad.

The night passed smoothly and quickly, there wasn’t an eye batted at the PDA shown between you and Casey, and you were beyond thrilled. You spent the night not leaving each others sides, hands linked, fingers trailing through hair, little stolen kisses in quiet moments. You stifled back a small yawn, the long hours of the week and the added travelling finally getting to you. Casey kissed your cheek gently, asking if you wanted to go, and you quickly made your good byes, leaving the bar hand in hand, your head gently leaning against her shoulder in the uber. You tossed your keys onto the entrance way table, kicking off your shoes when you returned to your apartment, Casey following suit before giving your arm a squeeze.

“How tired are you?” She quirked a brow, you gave a soft giggle, knowing exactly why she was asking, tugging her to you in a gentle kiss.

“Not that tired.”

“Good.” She kissed you again, “Cause I wanna show you just how much I missed you, just how much I love you.”

“Mmm…do you now?” You smirked against her, lips meeting hers with more passion this time as you dragged her towards the bedroom. Casey slowly tugged off your clothing, the power dynamic quickly shifting to remind you that she was the one in charge tonight.

You nearly whimpered at the way her lips trailed across your jawline, down your neck, teeth nipping into your pulse point, sucking gently at it as she let your bra topple to the floor. Hands traced up your body that you shivered at before they cupped at your tits, rolling your nipples between delicate fingers, bringing them to peaks, bringing gasps from your lips. You collapsed against the bed under her frame, giggling lightly against her lips while she kissed you again, you tugged at her clothes, begging to feel her skin against yours. She was quick to comply, letting out a sigh of satisfaction as your hands tickled against her bare skin. Casey’s hand trailed between your thighs, relishing in the sound of your breath hitching when she hit your lower folds, toying with them, rolling your clit gently between her fingers. You let out a loud gasp when she unexpectedly sunk two into you, slowly pumping in and you, curling them every second thrust. You whined, pulling her mouth back to yours, lips whispering a hushed ‘I love you’ against hers, eyes pouring with adoration into hers as she watched you come undone, whimpering and shuddering beneath her. You came quicker than she’d imagined, clearly you’d obeyed her, not touching yourself while you were away. She softly pulled her fingers from your drenched pussy, kissing you deeply.

“I love you.” She murmured against your lips before hers left a pattern down your body, her teeth nibbling against your inner thighs.

You barely had a moment to recover before her tongue swept through your cunt, nearly yelping as it flicked against your clit, a moan of her name leaving your mouth. You felt her arms wrap around your thighs as your head tossed back against the pillows, the feeling of her mouth against you nearly too much to handle. With expertise she sucked against you, pulling you into her mouth, sucking and licking against you, groaning at your sweet taste. Her tongue sunk into you, pulling out more of your juices, drinking in as much of them as she could. She ate you out like a woman starved, like someone devouring their last meal, like someone who could never get enough. Which, truly, she couldn’t ,Casey absolutely loved you, and absolutely loved the taste of you, her head buried between your legs was her favourite place to be, and it always would be. Softly she sunk a finger into your dripping wetness, lips moving up to suck your clit into her mouth, causing a yell to leave your mouth, the pleasure vibrating through your body. You only lasted a few minutes longer, her fingers tapping against your g-spot while her tongue lapped heavily at your clit, your body shaking against her, a muffled scream leaving your lips. Your breaths came out in pants, eyes still screwed shut as she softly stroked at your body, pulling you towards her, encouraging you to curl around her body. Casey kissed your forehead softly, letting her lips settle there for a moment before settling against the pillows a hand toying with your hair while the other tugged the blankets up around the two of you.

“You okay?” Her voice was quiet, barely breaking the silence of the room, you nodded against her skin.

“Mmhmm.” You kissed her chest gently, “I love you.” You murmured, “And I’ll always need you.”

“I love you too.” She tugged you tighter to her body, urging you into a gentle sleep. “I’ll need you forever.”

Three words.

Eight letters.

That was all it took for you to fall completely in love with your best friend, and now, you were finally able to spend the rest of your lives wrapped in each others arms.

#casey novak #casey novak x reader #three words #law and order #law and order svu #svu #law and order special victims unit

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can we get an update for teacher x student?

Part 31 is here; Here's part 32!

“I was just thinking about you, baby,” Debbie chuckled. “Actually, I haven’t stopped thinking about you since you left. But tell me, how do you feel about naked fondue? Too dangerous?”

“Baby? Naked fondue?” A deep voice laughed, Debbie’s heart jumping into her throat as her eyes went wide. “Guess that means we’re on better terms than I thought. But I know that can’t be true. No, no. Cause you don’t Fuck anything with a dick anymore. God forbid I get promoted for actually doing a decent Fucking job for teaching. Oh no. Has to be sexist because that should’ve had your name on it, because you’re so great.”

“Claude,” Debbie seethed, gritting her teeth as she sat down on the edge of her bed.

“Who is she, Deborah?”

Concentrating in class had never exactly been Lou’s forte. The thing was, if you actually did your reading, prepared for class, and studied, the class itself was the least of your worries as you already knew what to expect. And while she took notes and let her mind fade in and out of the lecture, she was already onto the next project or deadline and doing her best to multi-task best she could. Or now, apparently, daydream.

She no longer had any general education classes to complete now that she had finished her core and solely took things in her major, so Tammy was no longer around to kick her ankle or email back and forth as they sat with their laptops side by side. So it was only natural that her mind would wander to Dr. Ocean.

Debbie.

Her Debbie.

Debbie, who loved her. Deborah Ocean loved her! And she was madly in love with her in return.

But she still couldn’t fathom that not only were the feelings between them real, they had been acknowledged and shared and reciprocated. Debbie wanted to be with her and love her and travel the world with her. It made Lou’s heart want to explode.

This was so much worse than a crush or an itch or even lust. How the hell was she supposed to just sit in class like a good student and take notes like the most beautiful woman in the world wasn’t in love with her? Like Lou hadn’t scooped her up and thrown her on the bed this morning to touch her. To taste her. To memorize every last inch of her body. Watch her breath catch in her throat and her eyes glaze over as she pulled orgasm after orgasm from her.

And she would never stop giving her pleasure and tracing over her body, admiring the greatest, most delicate art she’d ever seen, if Debbie didn’t feel just as good to her. And she could see Debbie study and savor her in return. Learning each other. Feeling each other. Lou could still taste her bursting on her tongue.

Lou would be lying if she said she paid any attention to her lecture, but frankly, she didn’t care. She did, however, pack up her books for some overdue studying and organize her planner before packing things up in a bag to head back to Debbie’s, shooting Tammy a text that she was still holding her car for ransom so she could commute back and forth to campus. Tammy snidely suggested she look into renting a U-Haul instead.

Lesbian jokes aside, this only created a fantasy in her head of watching Debbie creep quietly out of bed, thinking Lou was still asleep while she got dressed. Lou rolling to her side so she could watch the brunette tip toe around the room, humming softly as she chose her outfit again, not realizing Lou was awake until she came over to kiss her softly goodbye and sweep her unruly bangs off her forehead. Gently chiding her for not announcing her wake up and using the quiet morning to watch Debbie in the glow of the sunrise instead as she got ready.

Lou would insist on making her coffee even if Debbie insisted she didn’t want breakfast. And she would sneak something to snack on in her bag, of course. She’d use the time Debbie was in her office prepping for the day to go over her own work and shower, breathing in the scent of Debbie’s shampoo that still lingered. And she’d greet Debbie in her office, switching from dutiful girlfriend to dutiful teaching assistant with a refill coffee in tow. And they could teach. Side by side. Their own little secret. Eyes twinkling. Only them knowing.

Maybe, just maybe, it was possible for someone to have it all. Maybe it was possible for Lou to be truly happy.

There was a pep in her step and stars in her eyes as she swung her duffle bag over her shoulder, trying to balance the flowers she’d found for Debbie with her backpack and the spare key Debbie had given her to let herself in, bursting in with a sloppy stumble due to her pile of goodies, laughing at herself as she fumbled her way into the living room, looking around for Debbie, only to find her sitting on the couch staring blankly at the wall with tears streaming down her face.

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e3khatena · 1 year

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I had an experience this week that brought me to the very precipice of a certain flavor of madness and ripped me out of it, returned to the Earth after but just a moment, and it has shaken me to my very core, fundamentally changed my entire being.

I promise you this is about my transition.

For the uninitiated, I was able to start feminizing hormone replacement therapy as of 16 December 2022, and at this point have been on it for just shy of four months. After an early wave of soreness in the first few weeks, I had not felt or noticed any major changes, and went to my endocrinologist after the first three months with virtually nothing to report, not even mental changes brought about by hormones. I was, somehow, a late bloomer to my own second puberty.

Despite that, I did not let that get in the way of acquiring a small outfit completely of piecemeal, cheap components. I bought a sports bra on clearance, a dress at 40% off, and used a prepaid Visa from my birthday to buy a skirt and some other accessories. The dress in particular has been one of my favorites, especially given the warm room I occupy, not aided by a large PC that I absolutely put through its paces. It provides ample ventilation while also just looking really cute to boot, and it has provided ample gender euphoria on the days I do wear it.

I sent this selfie to a friend of mine shortly after helping them out with a bit of money during one of their livestreams. I like helping my friends and also likewise enjoy sending along stuff like this as a nice bonus. “GOD you’re cute, dawww” was the response I got from them.

This was the first time anyone had ever called me cute, and it was a friend who I looked up to and felt was infinitely more fashionable and confident in themselves than I was about me. I shared this story with other friends, who also confirmed, and posted the selfie online, where someone DMed me to add to the euphoria. This part of the story ends here but we will return to it briefly.

This past Sunday, I purchased the indie game Unpacking. The title is a puzzle game in which you unload moving boxes of the protagonist’s stuff into new spaces as they move into new locales during their time in college and their adult life. In the penultimate level, a new set of boxes arrive, a character quickly discovered to be the girlfriend of our apparently-queer protagonist. In the final level, the two kinds of boxes are scattered around, and their contents are not specific to the protagonist or her girlfriend, but are completely mixed, and the ending song calls this out as part of the tender act of “unpacking a life”.

I cried. This is not new, I cried in a not-dissimilar manner after playing Gone Home, which featured a similarly wholesome lesbian romance, but I still cried regardless. I went to bed, and it’s clear that I was still dwelling on it all.

I dreamt that I had laid my head in a girl’s lap, sitting on a hardwood floor. She ran her hands over my body and told me I was cute, that she loved me, and that I didn’t have to worry or even think around her, it was okay to just breathe and relax, and I did. Her touch felt so real, so gentle and sweet, and for a moment the pretense of a dream faded away, it was real and it was so beautifully sweet.

I awoke Monday morning to the phantom of a comforting touch I had never felt in my life. I had an experience so real-feeling but so far beyond description that it had rocked me completely. I have zero experience with love outside of the platonic sort; the way I love my dog or spending time with my friends. I had second-hand knowledge of relationships based on accounts from those friends, but they never ended well and called me lucky I “didn’t get any of this”, as if my ignorance was a gift to be cherished and not just an integral hole in my being that had never even attempted to be filled.

I’ve had debilitating social anxiety my entire life, the kind that gives me paralysis and chest pain around the girls in middle and high school that I wanted to know better, the kind that felt ashamed and terrified when Valentine’s Day in 9th grade had us fill out surveys to ultimately aid in matchmaking in our school, the kind that looked at prom only as an expensive catered meal in another town and nothing more (my prom apparently sucked but that’s a story for another day; I spent the night playing Fallout New Vegas and had a better time for it). This anxiety had never gone away, I had never grown out of it, and my teenage creed to prove myself “better” or “more mature” than my peers by not getting engaged with romantic social matters had only ever made me less confident, less mature, and worse off for my adult years than those same peers.

And now here I was, spending most of Monday too distracted by this yearning I felt to be held, to be appreciated, to be *loved* the way I had been in that dream, and entirely unable to comprehend the emotion I had felt. I described the sensation of having my brain replaced by a “sickly sweet mush” and spent the whole day with a deeply emotional pining gripping at me, a sensation far surpassing my traditional touch starvation, a craving so deeply personal and so foreign to me, but so heartfelt and strong that I still feel it more than a day later, even as I write it.

I know nothing socially. I’ve never even gotten to hold another lady’s hand, let alone be told I was loved by one, and I’ve never felt the need to even bother vocalizing those mannerisms because they felt weird and gross of me, after having been so avoidant for so long, but now the feeling welling inside me is so strong that I’ve had to let them spill, if for nothing else than my own sanity. At long last, after more than a decade of post-pubescent life, I’m finally absolutely starved of romantic and sensual love and it’s eating at my recently estrogen-flooded mind and body.

I don’t know how to proceed. Like, part of me knows the answer is to find my fellow local queer folk and make friends and such in there, to actually be vulnerable around them, but I have zero experience with that all and have no idea where to turn. If you made it this far and have any ideas regarding this, I’m open to hearing them.

Thank you.

#mtf #trans #I don’t know what else to tag this with #my brain’s a certified mess #also real sorry about the fuckin novelette I wrote here but this is all so very interconnected and fuckin WEIRD for me

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so-art-decooo · 2 years

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Hello my love!! I worked my ass off today and I’m tired and just wanna read something :D if it isn’t too much trouble (and if you’re up for it) can u do a part 2 to the crygi I requested a couple days ago? It’s been haunting me and I’m obsessed w it!

Love u sweet angel -💌

Anything for you 💌 anon!! ❤️ You’re the sweetest🥰 i know you sent this in a few days ago but here’s a part 2!! <3 (part 1)

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Crystal was right. The next morning she heard from their class’s golden girl, admittedly sooner than she’d expected. She woke up, her face puffy and head pounding from the several drinks she’d knocked back the night before, to an Instagram message on her phone from @ thegigigoode:

Hey, I hope you don’t mind I found you on here since I don’t have your number. We need to talk. Can we meet at the library tomorrow?

Crystal didn’t know what to say back. She figured as one of the more popular girls in their school that this flair for the dramatics was anticipated. It was obvious the poor girl was having a gay crisis, and as endearing as it was, Crystal didn’t feel like being dragged into Gigi’s drama. Crystal typed out a reply:

Hi Gigi, I understand, but I don’t think that’s very necessary. As far as I’m concerned nothing ever happened, you have nothing to worry about.

Crystal watched as the message was marked as ’seen’ and as Gigi started typing back.

Please, Crystal. I just really need to talk to you in person.

Crystal knew this wasn’t a great idea. She didn’t want to have to deal with this. The last thing she wanted was to get caught up in the class queen bee’s issues. But at the same time, maybe she just needed some reassurance. Maybe if Crystal met with her just once, the whole thing would be squashed and they’d return to their typical social circles. She sighed before reluctantly answering her.

Okay, fine. Let me know a time and I’ll be there.

The following afternoon, Crystal made it to the library on campus. She looked around, spotting Gigi easily where she was sitting at one of the tables off in a corner.

She was resting her chin in her hand, bouncing her leg nervously. She wore a pretty floral sundress and had a pair of sunglasses perched atop her head. Her long acrylic nails tapped on her phone before she noticed Crystal walking toward her.

Gigi’s perked up when she saw Crystal approach.

“Hi,” she greeted shakily when Crystal sat down in the chair next to her.

“Hi.”

There was a pause, Crystal looking at Gigi expectantly, but she seemed at a loss for words.

“You wanted to talk?”

“Um, yeah, sorry. I just…don’t know where to begin.”

“Gigi, I told you as far as I’m concerned, nothing happened last night,” Crystal assured her in a hushed voice, “we were both drunk, you were upset, it’s not a big deal.”

“I know, I know, I trust you. That’s not entirely it though. The thing is…I don’t necessarily want you to pretend it didn’t happen, I guess,” Gigi mustered, not daring to maintain eye contact with Crystal for too long.

Crystal didn’t say anything, she just let the girl keep talking.

“Everything I said last night about my boyfr—ex-boyfriend, is true. I meant all of it. I didn’t mean to dump it all on you, but here we are. I just wanted to be able to confide in you since you’re also…you know…”

“Lesbian?” Crystal finished her sentence.

“Shhhh,” Gigi hushed, “but yes. You’re the only one I’ve ever told, you have to promise to not say anything.”

“I promise.”

“Thank you,” she sighed. “Walking in on him after being together for so long, I realized how much I never really loved him and how performative our whole relationship was. It all became really overwhelming all at once and I just needed to get that out to someone. So…I’m glad it was you, Crystal. Sorry.”

Crystal’s heart softened. She felt for her, knowing how hard and exhausting it is to be so closeted.

“What are you sorry for?” Crystal asked.

“For forcing you to be my gay confidant,” Gigi said quietly, cracking a smile for the first time since Crystal met her. It was contagious, Crystal couldn’t help but grin back.

“Don’t be! I’m happy to be of gay service,” she joked. Gigi giggled, looking down shyly at her hands. It made Crystal smile.

“But seriously, if you ever want or need to talk about anything, you can trust me. Gimme your phone, I’ll put in my number,” Crystal offered sincerely.

Gigi opened her messages and slid her phone over to her. Crystal typed a little smiley face and sent it to herself.

“Thanks,” Gigi said with a blush. “Can I ask you something?”

“Sure.”

“How long have you been out?”

“Quite a while. Kind of. Since I was young it was clear I was not straight, anyone could tell just by looking at me and the way I present myself. But I grew up in a small town with a lot of close-minded people, including my family, so it kind of just went without saying for a long time. But I kind of always knew and so did other people, so yeah, I dunno,” Crystal shrugged.

“I wish I had the confidence you have,” Gigi said quietly.

“What do you mean? You’re Gigi Goode, you’re literally the most confident and well-liked person in the school.”

“You know what I mean. I have such a high reputation and at this point, it’s all I really have. There’s no way I could ever let that go if anyone were to find out about me.”

Crystal knew that if Gigi’s other high-up friends were really her friends, they’d accept her regardless. As popular as she was, Crystal knew it must also be very lonely and tiring, always worrying about what other people think. But that was a conversation for another time.

“You’ll get there eventually. And for now, you have me to vent to,” Crystal put a hand on her bouncing knee, stilling her nervous movements.

Gigi looked down at the hand on her leg, the metal rings on Crystal's fingers cool on her skin, and then back up to the painted brown eyes staring back at her. “Thanks, Crystal. It means a lot.”

“Of course.”

Gigi putting so much trust in her made Crystal feel special. As unlikely as it was for them to be hanging out together, seeing a side of her that no one else knew about made Crystal’s stomach flutter. She just hoped that she wasn’t getting tangled up in a world she didn’t belong in.

#💌#prompt request #crygi #crystal methyd #gigi goode #college au #asks #im kind of loving this au tbh #they are soft and they are gay #my fics

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