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Too much history

Pairing: Rebecca Welton x Reader

Warnings: angst? Hurtfic? Rushed on my work break and I hate it

Your dad was the coach for Richmond the team owned by your girlfriend- ex girlfriend how you never saw it coming. Never the ending of two years with the older blonde, she said it was age but maybe it was because she wasn’t used to women like this.

When you first moved with your dad he joked to everybody that you were off limits these boys became your family. A group of older brothers always willing to jump to your aide but what happens when it’s their boss causing your woes?

Rebecca stood at her front door her shoes in hand while her hair remains tussled like she’d only just arrived home which she did. The blonde couldn’t face to see the look of hurt in your darks eyes as stared sadly the tears having welled already.

“I came here to see if we could fix things” your voice cracked with emotion “but I see that’s not possible anymore” you swallowed turning to leave. “I’m sorry” Rebecca breathed out “I really am, he meant nothing” she admitted “I think that’s the problem” your accent peaking through.

“Pardon?” The blonde scrunched her face in confusion “you always run to a he, as if you’re trying to cure the impossible you like women Rebecca just admit it”. Rebecca looked down at her feet “and if I told your father I was dating his daughter?” She asked softly “he would understand, he’s a cool dad” You smiled sadly.

“The best dad and he would be supportive” your shoulders sagged slightly “I’m too old for you” too old? “Is that you or Rupert because you weren’t too old when we were dating so why now?”. Rebecca blew a stray hair from her face “I bumped into him a week before I broke up with you he said something about how everybody likes things new. I’m not new Y/n/n I’m old my boobs are sagging”

Your heart broke “you’re not old Rebs, I don’t want anyone my own age okay? So what if one day I wake up and you don’t look the same as the day we met? It’s life and your boobs are perfect”. Rebecca dropped the shoes in her hand slowly “I love you, only you and hopefully only you for the rest of my days. I don’t want some professional model when I already have one in front of me, Rebecca you are my home”

She went to speak but stopped herself before opening the door wider to let you in, everything was still the same as when you left. Closing the door softly behind you she followed until you both reached the kitchen, yep still the same you smiled.

She poured you both a drink “and children?” She whispered “I could always carry them or we could adopt nothing is impossible Rebs”. She nodded taking a sip out of your glass before handing it over “I want a life with you in it. I don’t look the same anymore does that bother you?”.

“No, I don’t think about it because you’re gorgeous” green eyes met your brown ones “exactly my point” a hand inching towards hers. “Are you sure about this?” Her voice small as she blinked rapidly “I’m sure” you smiled sadly “are you?” Rebecca nodded.

“We have too much history to just throw away, I love you Rebecca. I love you” You chuckled waterily “i love you to Y/n/n. I’m sorry” she apologised.

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Lydia

Warning: Angst, hurtfic, hints of cheating, slut shaming

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader, Melissa x Gary, Olivia Benson x sister!reader

She hadn’t worked there very long only a month or so

Everyone loved Lydia the third grade teacher who almost bested Melissa Schemmenti.. almost but it was safe to say she made everyone swoon. Jealousy was an ugly accessory that both Melissa and Gary seemed to wear the couple both eyeing the new teacher.

Am I surprised to see you here with Lydia? Melissa thought as she entered the break room to see Gary and the woman. She’s oh so nice and easier to love than I the redhead wanted to slap her boyfriend for how easily his attention was given. As he eyed Lydia making her coffee neither noticing the redhead enter “how does Mel like her coffee?” She asked gently grabbing another cup down. “She should be in soon so I want it to be ready when she’s here” Melissa smiled at your kindness “im not sure” Gary scratched his head before refilling the vending machine.

But no, I won’t hold it against her

My baby, my baby the first person to love since she divorced Joe swooning over another woman so blatantly. Lydia always shrugged him off with a polite smile though you could see it in her eyes she hated it all the attention from him. “Don’t you want me anymore?” Melissa asked him once they were alone he avoided eye contact and that told her everything she needed to hear.

Her arms are warm the redhead smiled to herself as she relaxed in Lydia’s embrace both women standing alone in the empty classroom. Melissa let herself enjoy this moment of peace with her friend that she had just vented about Gary to.

Her legs are wide and so’s her smile even Barbara would be lying if she said she didn’t have a little bit of a girl crush on the woman. Lydia stood beside Melissa at the counter as she made them both another cup of coffee, she was the woman the redhead always wished to be.

She’ll take you on

Where I would slap you down and hide

Melissa hadn’t always been the badass Italian everyone knew it had taken years to grow her skin yet Lydia did it so effortlessly. Always talking back to the rude parents with ease and the sleezeball fathers constantly trying to start an affair. She had a confidence that captivated people that drew them into her so easily.

But no, I won’t hold it against her

Melissa was so used to having someone to smother to care for that once Gary drifted away she felt almost hollow. Though Lydia always promised there wasn’t anything going on and that the man loved her even if it burned to admit. Lydia loved Melissa but she wasn’t the type to break a relationship over such feelings so she stayed quiet and supportive.

Now wasn’t the time to jump into anything new for Lydia she was doing just fine being friends.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

My baby, my baby

Don’t you need me anymore

Her lips are cold it was now winter as Lydia walked into the break room in her layers lips having turned blue almost purple as she grabbed her mug. Melissa couldn’t stop staring at her smile the skin on her lips had begun to split slightly.

He talks too tired

To say goodbye

Gary would normally be almost bouncing off the walls just being near Melissa but now he seemed almost drained as he barely smiled at the woman. Barbara caught on she was a lot of things but she wasn’t stupid nobody could miss how he looked at you.

So take the time to reel me in and wash me out

But treat her right

And no, I wont hold it against her

Against her

Melissa knew when to call it quits Lydia had won a competition she didn’t know she was in and the redhead couldn’t be mad. The woman had done nothing she knew it all from her first marriage but watching as the pair quickly distanced themselves it broke her.

Lydia left for a while and nobody knew why she had just vanished for a week having Ava surprisingly cover her classes. It only lead Melissa to that sinking feeling that Gary and Lydia were going behind her back.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

My baby, my baby

Don’t you need me anymore

“Ms. Benson?” The young receptionist spoke softly as she entered the breakroom “yes dear?” Lydia smiled “there’s a woman here she said she’s your sister? She at the front office”. The woman nodded getting up from her seat unaware of everyone’s curious gaze.

You seemed to know all about them yet they knew nothing about you.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

My baby, my baby

Don’t you love me anymore

Melissa couldn’t believe Gary would even propose to Lydia without breaking up with her first she was heartbroken. Someone who became one of her closest friends doing that behind her back? She decided enough was enough.

Melissa had cornered both you and Gary in your classroom yelling about an affair that didn’t exist, slut shaming and name calling. She threw pens and pulled her hair, Gary didn’t know what to do and neither did you Melissa had herself convinced she didn’t care.

Angrily you stomped to your desk taking the small box out of the top drawer throwing it to Gary “i’m done” you laughed grabbing your bag and leaving. Only then did Melissa stop “Lydia was helping me to propose” Gary swallowed unable to meet Melissa’s eyes.

My baby, my baby

Don’t you want me anymore

Don’t you love me anymore

The next time Melissa saw Lydia was at the woman’s front door, the brunette sat on her doorstep tear stained and puffing a cigarette. The redhead felt guilty no she was guilty and she felt horrible to just assume such things and to act the way she did.

A little boy ran around the front lawn happily before another slightly older brunette woman walked out from behind Lydia. Melissa stepped out of her car warily as she made her way to the small group the other woman quick to meet the brunette ready to fight.

“Olivia it’s just Melissa” you waved off with a sigh Melissa? You never said her full name “what do you want?” You looked tired. “I’m sorry, I should’ve listened to you” Melissa played with the hem of her shirt “you’re sorry? Okay” you shrugged.

“I think it’s best if you leave” Olivia cleared her throat as she raised an eyebrow to Melissa’s truck in the driveway “she doesn’t need this at the moment”

Melissa lost Gary

Now she was losing you too

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Once upon a dream

Warning: mentions of pregnancy, mentions of cheating, mention of death, hurt comfort

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x Fem!reader, Tess Servopoulos x Fem!reader, Tess Servopoulos x Joel Miller

The only thing Emily ever wished for was a family, to be the mother she never had to two sons and a beautiful daughter always three children specifically.

Emily always had dreams of becoming a mother one day but it was never in her stack of cards so she shortly gave up the idea. Her dreams would always be just dreams not until she met Y/n, she was everything Emily had ever dreamed of in a spouse.

Only Y/n wasn’t hers

They had met at a local cafe after Emily had accidentally bumped right into her forgetting her coffee as she left in embarrassment. Y/n went straight after her with the drinks in hand never guessing she would end up at her brother’s workplace the bau.

“Y/n? What are you doing here?” Hotch asked confused Emily froze before turning around to face the woman. “You know each other?” She asked so unlike herself Penelope would’ve laughed Derek too “Aaron’s my older brother, you forgot your coffee” Y/n smiled.

Fast forward six years later

Emily going from blind date to hookup after hookup to get her mind off the now married woman who she still imagined a life with. Two sons and a beautiful daughter she told herself or even just one child would suffice maybe a cat if children wasn’t an option. She loved Y/n so violently it made her sick and everyone could see from a mile away- everyone besides Y/n although she loved Emily just as fiercely.

When Emily had “died” the other woman was inconsolable it damaged Aaron knowing he had a hand in this by not telling his sister the truth. Instead watching as the woman got married quickly to the first person who showed her simple kindness and their marriage seemed was almost out of convenience. Having met the woman while away trying to escape the life she once knew in Virginia moving to Boston and back again.

Y/n Hotchner became Y/n Servopoulos

Aaron couldn’t watch as his sister saw Emily for the first time once more after apparently being dead, how her hands trembled and eyes watered. The echo of her heels as she quickly left, Emily broke down that day one thing was certain nothing would ever be the same.

Y/n soon revealed she was pregnant with a little boy that shattered Emily’s entire world but she was happy for the woman. Though she couldn’t help but laugh when the baby was born looking just like his Uncle, to Emily Y/n was glowing and Tess well she was there.

Her son was named after an old friend Alex.

Theresa and Emily never got along always classed as competition in the other’s eye but they remained civil around Y/n never wanting to upset her. When Y/n was pregnant a second time Tess was around a whole less always giving Emily a chance to be by the pregnant woman’s side.

It was tough at first trying to win over the woman but Emily had her ways she would beg for Y/n’s forgiveness

A second boy named after his Uncle Aaron, Benjamin

Emily stood beside the woman until Ben turned two, Y/n and Tess were getting a divorce so Emily had the boys whenever she could. Tess had met someone while she was working away from home, some man named Joel from Texas. Joel Miller the same man who did the renovations on their holiday home who even had a daughter of his own.

It wouldn’t be until another year when a move would be made there was a routine the children had made that included Emily. You both would cook dinner- well you would cook and after spending time together you both would get the boys ready for bed and tuck them in. This night however as Ben snuggled into his pillow his little hand reached for Emily’s “stay mama” he yawned as the woman went to stand.

Tears spread on her waterline as she gazed down at him “of course my sweet boy” she smiled and once the kids were asleep you both retreated to the living room. Cuddling on the sofa watching some shitty reality tv show you gazed up at Emily “thank you” was whispered against her jaw. “What for?” She glanced down at you “for everything, for staying” soon enough your lips had met before you were on top straddling her.

Dreams slowly stopped being dreams another two years later when you and Emily had gotten married with just the team a few friends and your two sons as guests. Emily was over the moon to have a family to call her own, to have a reason to go home just knowing she was needed filled her with pride. Emily had gotten a taste of motherhood and she wanted more as you both laid bed post bliss she brought it up she wanted another child.

Two sons and a beautiful daughter

Her dreams were now reality as you welcomed Olivia into the world, Olivia Benson the Senior having to be the one to drive you to the hospital while Emily was away. She held your hand until your wife burst through the doors with the team behind her, you would birth a daughter who was the perfect mix of you both.

A little girl with Emily’s nose and eyes while she had your hair and mouth, Emily couldn’t help but pepper your face in kisses. “You did so well baby, I’m so proud of you” it made her think if she would ever be in this position if she hadn’t bumped into you that day.

Yes you were the bosses little sister but you had lead a similar life in a different town what if ran through her mind until she felt your cold hand on her cheek. She smiled brightly down at you as she leaned down to kiss you softly ignoring everyone in the room “thank you” she whispered.

“What for?” You chuckled tiredly with a dopey grin “our family” Emily held onto your free hand “I love you Y/n Prentiss” ignoring Hotch rolling his eyes fondly.

“I love you most Emily Prentiss”

Dreams do come true to those who wait Emily found.

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Clingy

Warning: self doubt? Sad Mel

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

“You’re going to suffocate the poor girl” Barbara chuckled light heartedly at Melissa who had basically dragged you onto her lap. The grip the redhead had around your waist had loosened as her shoulders sagged lightly, you frowned to yourself.

It wasn’t often you visited the women at work but you had a feeling this wouldn’t end well with a small sigh you went to kiss Melissa. She turned her head your lips met her cheek “I’m gonna use the restroom before I need to leave” you smiled sadly.

The walls she built up were always the highest, she was a Schemmenti after all and although you were used to them it still hurt. “Alright” she offered a small smile but by the time you came back she was already gone nothing but your purse waiting for you.

You text her when you left saying you loved her, she read it and closed her phone focusing her energy onto the classroom of rowdy children. But she found herself constantly checking her phone for anything from you maybe she was clingy she wasn’t like this with Joe or Gary. But you also weren’t them, you smelt like Vanilla and coconut you showered regularly, you were kind and attentive, you went out of your way for her.

Melissa was swooning just thinking of you it drove her mad but she made up her mind she was going to give you space even if it broke her heart.

When she arrived home you were dishing dinner out with a smile as Catatonia played in the background “hi baby, how was work?” You asked gently. Melissa shook her head wishing not to speak, her fingers traced the table unable to face you as she thought to herself.

As you both ate in an awkward silence you placed your knife and fork down “Y’know I like clingy” you cleared your throat. “I like the messages and the roaming hands, I like sitting on your lap and being in your arms, I love the kisses and I love you’s, I like lunch together and knowing that you care”.

Melissa swallowed looking over at you with a single tear on her waterline “I love you and I love seeing your red hair wherever I go, I love that your the first thing I see in the morning and the last at night, I love that your perfume lingers and my list goes on but don’t take what Barb said to heart. I love you Melissa Ann Schemmenti never forget that”

“I love you too”

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Hello, would you consider writing a unit chief Emily Prentiss x R story? Where reader has nipple piercings and one day at the air conditioner at the BAU breaks so readers in a tank top so the outline of them is noticeable. And of course Derek is the first to notice so he loudly points it out which draws the teams attention to them, and let’s just say Emily very intrigued with them. You could right smut for it if you want to but if not that’s okay.

The Heatwave

Words: 4.3k

Warnings: choking, daddy kink, praise kink, degradation kink, strap on, alcohol, piercings

“You can’t be serious. Thursday? In the middle of this heatwave? We’re going to die.”

Listening to Garcia complain to Morgan was not helping you concentrate on the report Emily wanted on her desk. You swiped the back of your wrist along your forehead, wiping away the sweat threatening to drip into your eye. Your hair was tied up, exposing the back of your neck, begging for a breeze to come along. You needed some sweet relief or you might collapse at your desk.

Summer was particularly brutal that year. You’d been sweating on your commute to and from the office, the air con the only thing keeping you going through the day. But yesterday there had been a weird noise, a shudder in the vents and the cold air had stopped. You weren’t you’d managed to dry out since.

Wiping more sweat away, you sighed. Your tank top was doing nothing to save you from the fires of hell licking at your skin. You groaned, head thunking against the desk.

“See? Brink of death already,” Garcia said, standing behind you.

“I’m not dead,” you said, muffled into the wood of your desk.

“Yet. I’m going to have to go flirt with the maintenance guy and he always stares because he knows that I am a prime woman that he can not keep up with,” she said.

“Of course you are, baby girl. Now go work that pretty face of yours,” Morgan said.

You sighed, sitting up again. It’s not as if you’d be getting any work done with them at your desk, and nor could you nap in the heat. Just the feeling of your skin was making you feel insane.

“When are they going to fix this damned thing?” Emily said, striding out of her office, file clutched in her hand. You felt your heart skip a beat. She was hotter than the heatwave you were going through, and even sweaty, she still made you catch your breath. It wasn’t fair how sexy she was when you were a gross mess.

“Thursday,” Garcia called over to her.

“Can’t we do something about that? she asked, striding over to the huddle that had sprung up at your desk.

“Do you want to flirt with the maintenance guy?” Garcia asked.

“The one with the lazy eye or the one who always smells like cheese?” she asked.

“That’s the same person and yes, that one,” she replied.

Emily shook her head, nose wrinkled. Garcia sighed, crossing her arms over her chest then immediately uncrossing them.

“Hey, what’s that on your chest?” Morgan asked, pointing.

You looked down, not able to see anything out the ordinary. You looked back up, finding him staring at your chest. Then it clicked. You knew he’d been too quiet, and you’d been so distracted by Emily that you hadn’t noticed.

“Are you staring at my tits?” you asked him.

“No,” he said, looking up to your eye, “yes.”

You sighed, crossing your arms over your chest, much in the way Garcia had. It only pushed your tits up, making them more obvious. Garcia was openly looking, eyebrows drawing together until realisation dawned over her face. Emily’s eyes darted down then up to your face again, tongue darting out to drag along her bottom lip. The tension that had been stretching between the two of you for weeks was making you arch your back just a little, giving her a better view.

“Not that it’s anyone’s business,” you said, trying to not get flustered from the heat in Emily’s gaze, “but I have my nipples pierced.”

You lifted your chin, waiting for one of them to say something. A grin spread over Morgan’s face and you could already hear the comments. You glared, waiting for him to say something.

“The girls like that, huh?” he asked.

“They don’t hate it,” you replied.

You couldn’t bare to look at Emily. You might implode if you did. Her reaction could either make or break your ability to think around her. Although, you were hoping she was one of the girls who didn’t hate it.

“Now, if we’re done talking about my nipples, I believe Garcia has a maintenance man to flirt with so none of us die before Thursday,” you said.

You turned back to your computer, your report waiting for you. You did your best to continue working, feeling the weight of the three people standing behind you slow to move away. You were done talking about it in front of your boss, who happened to be the one person you thought about when your fingers were buried deep within you.

“Turns out flirting with Manny in maintenance did nothing. He’s called a guy from the air conditioning company to come fix it and wouldn’t give me his number so I could flirt with him,” Garcia said, stopping by your desk, “so pool party at Rossi’s tonight. You in?”

“Does he know you’re hosting a pool party at his place?” you asked.

“Of course,” she said, “bring your best bikini.”

It was a relief to change into your bikini after work. The cool brush of air on your skin before you pulled on a pair of shorts and loose t-shirt. The air con in your car was the only thing getting you through the drive, bare thighs sticking to the leather of the seat. You parked, staring up at the big house. You jumped when someone knocked on your window.

“Hey,” you said, stepping out of your car.

“So they roped you into this too, huh?” Emily said, closing the door for you, trapping you against the car. Your eyes flicked down her body, a tank top and jeans covering whatever swimsuit she had on. You hadn’t thought about the possibility of seeing her in one when you’d agreed to come.

“Are you kidding? Free pool and free drinks? Count me in,” you said.

She chuckled, those dark eyes sweeping over you. Your skin felt on fire and you couldn’t tell if it was from the heat wave or from the sexy woman in front of you.

“Earlier, at the office,” she said, that tongue you’d dreamt about dragging along her lower lip, “when you were talking about-“

“Are you two going to stand out there all night or are you going to come get wet?”

You jumped, back hitting the side of your car as you startled. Garcia was standing in the doorway, looking at the two of you like you’d both lost your minds. You laughed, trying to cover the dirty thoughts slipping through your mind at Garcia’s words.

“Come on,” you said.

You slipped past her, body brushing against hers. Her eyes were still trained on you, sweeping over your body, and you were trying your best not to read too much into it. You combed your fingers through your hair, pulling it up into a ponytail to get it off the sticky skin of your neck. With your back to her, you missed the way Emily watched you, eyes darkening and lips pulling up into a smirk.

You were quick to pick up an ice cold beer as you passed through the kitchen, plucking it from the cooler. Derek flung his arm over your shoulders, already dripping from the pool. You wrinkled your nose, shoving his arm off you.

“What took you so long?” Morgan asked, “changing into more pool appropriate jewellery?”

“You keep that up and you’ll never get out of that pool,” you replied.

“Do you have to change them to make them pool safe?” Garcia asked.

“Change what?” Spencer asked, dipping his toe into the pool, trousers rolled up to his ankles.

“My piercings. They’re the big news of the day,” you replied, “we’re not talking about this any more.”

“But you don’t have your ears-“

You shoved Reid in the shoulder. His arms windmilled before he fell forward, a large splash going up, water landing on your bare legs. You bit down on your lip, trying to keep the giggles in. They burst from you, unwilling to be contained. He was gasping for air when he emerged from the water, hair plastered to his face.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Emily chided, coming up behind you.

“I told him we weren’t talking about it anymore,” you said.

“Of course you were,” she said.

You weren’t expecting her hands landing on your shoulders, warm through the thin cotton of your shirt. With very little effort, she shoved you backwards, straight into the cold water of the pool. Your shriek was cut off as you went under.

Spluttering, you surfaced from the water. The laughter was surrounding you. You rolled your eyes, pulling yourself out of the pool, offering a hand to Reid to pull him out after you.

“Alright, point taken,” you said, “can we stop talking about my nipples now?”

“Oh.” Spencer’s face turned into a tomato.

You reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. Wringing it out over the pool, you didn’t notice the way Emily’s eyes were lingering on your bare skin, water dripping down your body. You turned, slinging the shirt over one of the loungers, once again failing to notice how Emily’s eyes lingered where your piercings were pressing up against your bikini top.

“Alright, I’m getting another beer since mine is now at the bottom of the pool,” you said, “spoils to the victors I guess.”

Stripping your sneakers and socks off, you left them on the deck and stepped back into the kitchen. Bending, you rummaged through the ice and the cans for a bottle. You stood, empty handed, disappointment making you sigh.

“Oh, have we already run out?”

You jerked, spinning towards the woman you hadn’t heard follow you. Bumping into her, something cold sloshed over your skin. The bottle held in her hand was sweating in the warm air and the scent of beer was on the air.

“I’m so sorry,” Emily said, finger swiping through the beer clinging to your skin, right over the soft skin beside the wet fabric of your bikini.

“It’s alright. It was an accident,” you said, breath catching, heart thudding, skin heating.

“You might want to clean up. We wouldn’t want you to be so…” She raised her dark eyes from where she’d been watching her finger trail through the beer on your skin, “sticky.”

You stumbled back a step from her, heart racing. You had no idea what was going through her head but all you could think was how you wanted her tongue to trace the same route as her finger.

“I’m going to… go wash this off,” you said, slipping past her.

Her eyes followed you out of the room and this time you did notice. You weren’t fleeing but you were strategically retreating or else you might beg her lick you clean. You closed the door, giving yourself room to breathe again.

Turning on the faucet, you dabbed at the trail of drying beer on your skin. When you looked up again you found the door opening and a dark haired figure sliding into the bathroom with you. Your eyes widened when they met Emily’s in the mirror.

“Sorry. I’ll just be a second,” you said.

“No rush,” she hummed.

Reaching around you, she placed the glass bottle down on the edge of the sink, arm brushing against the dip of your waist. You stilled, frozen from how close she was, staring into her face. Lips pulled up into a confident smirk. Your teeth sunk into your bottom lip, holding your breath as she seemed to draw even closer.

“I was hoping to get you alone tonight. I have a favour to ask,” she said, voice deepening as her eyes swept down again, focusing on your bare skin and the way your hardened nipples were showing through your bikini top.

“Oh?” you squeaked.

“Will you show me your piercings?” she asked.

You stuttered over an answer, cheeks heating as the thought of showing her filled your head. Your head quickly emptied of thoughts as her finger came up, playing with the string of your bikini. It brushed up over your collarbone before gently running over your pulse point. She watched you as she gently tugged on it, snapping it back against your skin.

“Please?” she asked, voice lowering until it was an intimate whisper.

“Alright,” you said, breathless, desperate, her touch making you a mess with so little effort.

She stepped back, her hand slipping from you. You took a deep shuddering breath, reaching up to slowly pull the knot free. Her tongue dragged along her lower lip as your top slid free, exposing your chest to her. One hand came up, resting against your ribs, steadying you as she stared down at your tits.

“So pretty,” she murmured.

One finger gently tapped on the ball at the end of the bar of one of the piercings. Your sharp inhalation brought her eyes up to yours, smouldering as she did it again. You weren’t aware of arching your back, pushing them towards her but her satisfied smirk was answer enough.

“Does that feel good, princess?” she asked. That nickname sent a jolt of pleasure right between your thighs.

“Uh huh,” you replied.

She gently tugged on the other, your small whimper making her chuckle.

“Use you words, princess,” she said.

“Feels so good,” you replied.

She did it again, a little rougher. Her name was a soft sigh, arching even further, practically begging her to continue. She complied, both hands playing with the jewellery in your nipples. Your fingers clutched at the counter, holding you up as you lent backwards.

“And what do you say when I make you feel so good?” she murmured, drawing closer.

“Thank you, daddy,” slipped from between your lips, surprising you. Your eyes widened, an apology ready, until you saw the way her eyes darkened, a sharp tug on one piercing then the other making you forget why you should.

She lent forward, breath ghosting over your hardened nipples. You froze, waiting to see what she was about to do. Her pink tongue ran along the length of one bar. Your moan was embarrassing in your ears but her hands were wrapped around your ribs, holding you in place as she did the same thing to the other one. She hummed, doing it again, transitioning from metal to flesh back to metal.

The clack of her teeth against the metal startled you until she tugged again, lips brushing flesh. Your knees were turning to jelly and you were gasping for air, but she held you in place as she played with your jewellery. Your head tipped back, fingers tangling in her dark hair as you pressed her closer. She hummed again, taking your nippled in her mouth, tongue playing with the piercing.

The throbbing between your legs was growing and you could feel how wet you were. You wanted her. You wanted her so badly it was like a physical thing, lodged in your chest. The vibration of her moan while her eyes looked up at you made you make small noise in the back of your throat.

Her teeth closed on the metal, tugging on it to the point of pain curling around the pleasure. The way you moaned her name was filthy, embarrassing in how desperate you were. Her hand was gentle as it skimmed up your body for those long fingers wrapped around your throat. She tugged on your piercing again, fingers tightening just enough for your whine to be quiet.

“Now you’re going to be good for daddy, aren’t you?” she said.

“Yes,” you breathed, not even sure what you were agreeing to.

“Then be good for daddy and turn around.”

You scrambled to follow her instructions, turning to face the mirror. Your eyes were blown wide in the mirror, wild and desperate. Her fingers curled around your throat again, the prettiest necklace you could imagine. With one foot she knocked both of yours apart, her other hand reaching around your body to play with the button of your denim shorts.

“You’re so good at following my instructions,” she murmured, lips brushing the shell of your ear. You felt breathless, and not just from the tightening pressure on your throat.

“Do you see how pretty you are? Looking so lovely for daddy. Wearing such pretty jewellery for me. Flaunting this body. Do you know what you do to me?” she continued, the hand on the waistband of your shorts trailing up, playing with one of your piercings again.

“Those tight little skirts in the office, watching me like you’re just waiting for me to bend you over my desk, asking for discipline. You want me to give you my full attention, don’t you princess?”

“Yes,” you whimpered.

“And that’s why you decided to show off to everyone today, isn’t it? I noticed the way you arched your back, wanting everyone to see these pretty little piercings. Did you want everyone to be imagining what you look like like this, your beautiful body on display, just perfect for my hands to play with? Such a little slut trying to get my attention.”

Her fingers tightened again around your neck. Those dark eyes were watching you, the cocky smirk on her lips only making you shift closer, pressing your hips backwards towards her. You brushed against a bulge in her pants, confusion marring your features before realisation dawned over your face.

“Do you want daddy’s cock, princess?” she asked.

“Yes,” you moaned.

“Then beg for it.”

Her eyes met yours in the mirror, waiting with a patience you did not feel.

“Please, daddy. I want your cock so bad. I need it. I need to feel you inside me. Please,” you pleaded, “please fuck me, daddy. I’ll be so good for you. I want you so much.”

Her hand trailed back down to your shorts, unbuttoning them.

“That’s my good girl,” she said.

She tugged your shorts down, your bikini bottom following close behind. You kicked them away as she tugged her hips back, the bulge in her pants brushing against the bare skin of your ass. A small whine fell from your lips, pressing further backwards.

A finger passed through your folds, gathering your wetness before it ghosted over your clit. If not for the hand still wrapped around your throat, your head would have fallen forward with a small groan. Her throaty chuckle as she teased you only made you whine, begging her for more. She held your eyes in the mirror, finger dipping into your entrance, just barely, stealing your breath again.

“Look at how desperate you are. Such a desperate little slut begging for daddy’s cock. Pretty little whore wanting to please me.”

Her hand disappeared from between your legs and the sound of a zipper made you shiver. The warmth of her body pressed against your back. Your fingers clenched around the edge of the sink, knees turning to jelly.

She held you steady, one hand on your hip as the tip of her strap teased your entrance. She gave a shallow thrust, the strap stroking through your folds. Your breath turned shaky and her fingers tightened just a little bit more, enough that you could only just suck air into your lungs.

“You’re going to make such a mess on daddy’s cock. You’re dripping. Is all this for me?”

“Yes,” came out as a strangled groan, “all for you.”

“That’s my good girl.”

She was slow to push into you, so controlled in contrast to how desperation burned through your veins. Her dark eyes were watching you in the mirror, cataloguing the way pleasure rippled over your face and a moan fell from your lips. She pushed in to the hilt, hips flushed with yours. Pausing there, she let you feel how perfectly she filled you. You wriggled your hips, wanting more, the throbbing more than you could deal with.

“Use your words, princess,” she chided, holding you still.

“Please fuck me, daddy. Please,” you whined, “need you so bad.”

“Good girl.”

She pulled out until only the tip of the cock was left before slamming into you. The cry that left your lips would have embarrassed you if a wave of pleasure wasn’t rolling over you. Your fingers clenched, holding on tight as she dragged the strap out, pausing for too long before plunging in again.

The pace she set was relentless. Harsh and rough, she maintained eye contact with you, fingers clenching around your throat the moment it looked as if you were about to look away. Her other hand was finding its home between your thigh, circling your clit, a slow contrast to her thrusts. The mumbled encouragements in your ears were only setting fire to your bloodstream.

“You’re taking it so well for daddy,” she murmured, “such a pretty pussy hungry for daddy’s cock. My little cock slut.”

“Thank you, daddy,” you sighed.

“So polite.” She sounded so pleased with you.

You moaned as her pace picked up, slamming into you. Her thumb was grinding down on your bundle of nerves and you could feel her panting breath against your skin. Her hand was tightening around your throat, cutting off your air supply. You watched her in the mirror watching you. You met her thrust for thrust, pressing your hips back to hers. You felt so full with her inside of you, her cock emptying your head of anything but her and the way she made you feel hazy with pleasure.

“I’m so close, daddy,” you whimpered.

“No cumming without permission, princess,” she told you, not bothering to slow her pace.

You did your best, holding yourself back, trying so hard not to orgasm. You wanted to be her good girl. To do what she asked you. To please her.

“Look at how pretty your pussy is when I fuck into it. It was made for my cock, wasn’t it, princess? Made just for me to use,” she murmured, hips driving into you.

She wasn’t holding back. She was watching you, so closely, making sure you followed her instructions. From the curl of her lips she knew how hard you were trying and how difficult she was making it for you. Each thrust of her cock hit that place within you that made your legs tremble and your blood sing. Over and over, thumb grinding, the pleasure was turning painful as you held yourself back.

“Please, daddy. Need to cum so bad,” you begged, tears beginning to gather in the corner of your eyes.

“Not yet, princess. Keep making daddy feel good,” she said, “you’re doing so well for me.”

You sobbed, so close to coming undone but determined to be a good girl for her. She kept pounding into you, her praise only making it harder to hold on. With a tight grip, she cut off your air supply completely. Her eyes found yours in the mirror again, and her lips ticked up into a smirk.

“Okay, cum for me, princess,” she said.

It crashed into you the moment you let it. Pleasure ripped through you, wave after wave. You sobbed out your thanks, hips stuttering as you felt yourself begin to collapse forward. The hand around your throat kept you up as she fucked you through the orgasm.

She released you, letting you fall over the sink. Her thrusting slowed until she was sheathed within you, holding you, hands gentle until you caught your breath. Sweat slicked your skin and your breathing was uneven, but when you looked in the mirror your eyes were bright and your smile lazy.

“You were so good for me, princess. Such a good girl. So perfect for me,” she praised, “you did so well.”

She pulled out of you, the feeling of being full disappearing with her. She lowered you onto the edge of the bath, so gentle. Looking up, still with her tank top on and the cock between her legs, you found yourself staring. She’d just made you cum harder than ever in your life and you wanted her to touch you again.

With sure hands, she wetted a flannel before kneeling in front of you, cleaning the sticky arousal from your skin. You melted, watching her clean you up. You reached out, running your hand through her hair. She smiled up at you, fingers trailing over the skin of your legs. Her lips pressed to the inside of your knee and you softened.

“Was that okay?” she asked, “were you okay with that?”

“More than.” You lent forward, cupping her cheeks, “I’ve wanted you for so long, Emily. This was basically my dream coming true.”

“Mine too,” she said, looking up at you.

“Maybe we could do this again,” you said, doing your best not to worry she was about to tell you this was a one time thing. She pushed the hair that had fallen from your ponytail behind your ear.

“Oh, we’re definitely doing this again,” she said, raising from her knees, “I plan on having you in every way possible.”

You heated at the thought. She tucked her strap on back into her trousers, pulling them up and re-buttoning them. She lent forward again, catching your chin between thumb and forefinger. Her lips pressed to yours, so quick it left you wanting more.

“Enjoy the beer, princess,” she said, tapping on the ball of one of your piercings, making you hiss, “you’ve earned it.”

She slipped out of the bathroom, leaving you alone to redress and try to not look like you’d just been fucked in Rossi’s bathroom. The smile on your face was a dead give away. You fixed your ponytail and pulled on your damp clothes, watching yourself in the mirror. Picking up the bottle left for you, you took a long drink from it, your lips where Emily’s had been not so long ago. Your smile refused to dim.

Maybe the heatwave wasn’t such a bad thing after all.

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A love like ours

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Warning: hurt/comfort, Mention of infertility

“I’m sorry I hurt you” Melissa yelled as she pounded on the front door, her noise blocking out the sounds of the pouring rain. “I’m sorry for doing the wrong things” her voice cracked as she shivered “I don’t know what I’d do without you”.

My hand reached for the handle slowly afraid of crumbling to her “no one compares to you” she admitted softly “you make me so happy”. I smiled sadly as I felt the salty tears kiss the corner of my mouth before dripping off my chin “I-” she shuddered.

“Please don’t leave me” she cried, my fingers wrapped around the handle swinging the door open, Melissa stood wet like a dog but still the most beautiful woman I had ever met.

“I can’t keep doing this” the words fall like silk but the taste leftover is venomous “you keep hurting me” I sighed “and I keep coming back for more because nobody is you” I laughed in disbelief.

“They don’t know how I like my coffee or that I don’t like eggs, they don’t know how I like to be held or kissed” I began listing. “They’re just not you Mel and it drives me insane!” I cried.

“I don’t want someone my age Mellie, I want you. I don’t- I can’t have kids, okay? I don’t care about marriage or a white picket fence as long as I have you” I sighed. “I only want you” I repeated stepping aside to let her in, closing the door behind her.

“I will always love you”

“I love you endlessly”

I moved closer, cupping her wet face in my hands “you changed us” I smile sadly as I looked into her dulled emerald eyes. “I miss the old us” I admitted bringing my forehead to rest on her own as I closed my eyes.

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In the pale moonlight

Pairing: Elspeth Catton x Reader

Warning: Fingering, infidelity, Farleigh being Farleigh, sub!Elspeth, age gap, reader is in her early twenties

"I saw you last night" Farleigh whispered in my ear as we sat out on the grass, Felix and Venetia already in the water "I'm not sure what you're talking about" I shrugged. He huffed muttering something under his breath about me being a silly little girl before rolling over to face the other side.

I knew he didn't like me he had made that clear since the moment we had met at school, hated the fact I was close with Felix and hated how the Cattons liked me.

But even as we sat at the dining table, Elspeth's heels made slow trails up my legs as her husband sat close by and Felix whispered in my ear about plans for tomorrow.

After dinner, as you all had left Elspeth made her way to your side slipping her pinkie with yours "Meet me in the gardens in the pale moonlight" voice so soft and airy it made your knees weak.

You waited by your window silently just watching the clouds and stars hoping to catch a glimpse of the blonde soon, Felix already dead asleep in his room. There was a blurring line on how you and Elspeth had started this little affair considering you were her son's best friend, her husband knew your father not to forget she had said husband.

Everything was a risk but feeling the older woman's breath against your neck as she pressed featherlight kisses made it all worth it. You loved the thrill of possibly getting caught and Farleigh always on your case only set you alight, soon enough you spotted the blonde making her way into the maze.

Quietly you left the mansion walking across the expanse of the estate bare feet padding across the dampened grass following the woman's trail. Upon entering the centre of the maze you were desperately pushed up against the statue Elspeth's lips locked with yours flipping yourselves around so she was now up against the statue she raised her leg to your hip, hands reaching under her thighs to lift her. Breaking apart for air you rest your forehead on hers she smile's whispering ''I need you'' before capturing your lips once more her legs wrapped around your waist, hands tangled in your hair "You have me".

You place her on the edge of the statue legs still wrapped around your waist you slide your hands up her shirt fondling her breasts before we begin removing each other's clothing. Going back to stand between her legs you take one of her nipples in your mouth swirling your tongue around the bud your hand slowly makes its way down her stomach and between her thighs.

Her arousal made it easy to slip two fingers into dripping cunt immediately her walls clench around your two digits you start to fasten the pace of your thrusts ''You like that hon?'' you asked nipping at her earlobe ''M-mhm'' Elspeth nodded her eyes closed, head thrown back. Moving your fingers upwards and hitting her g-spot caused her to release some of the most heavenly of moans making you add another finger speeding up even more. ''O-oh darling'' Elspeth shot up her hands latching into your hair ''I'm close darling'' She moaned into your ear her eyes rolling back as her body convulsed bringing my thumb to rub small tight circles on her clit.

''Let go baby'' Elspeth's legs unwrapped from your waist as they began to tremble her orgasm taking over, your fingers slow their pace allowing her to ride out her high taking them out you sucked them clean before kissing the woman and letting her taste herself on your lips. Sitting down beside her you couldn't help but smile ''what's got you so smiley?" the blonde looked over at you ''the gorgeous view'' whispering ''gorgeous?'' she raised a brow but you smiled ''you're the gorgeous one darling'' Elspeth smiled opening her arms for you to rest your head on her chest.

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Hannah Waddingham

Rebecca Welton

And then she was gone

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And then she was gone

Pairing: Rebbeca Welton x reader

Warning: Angst, mentions of smut

You loved Rebecca aggressively as if your lungs should collapse without her and you thought that maybe she felt the same, how tantalising. It had been blissful the first three years minus the interference of her ex-husband but you worked around him- worked around everything.

Still, it never seemed enough, you simply never felt enough not when Rebecca's attention remained elsewhere you understood her job was demanding. Though blatantly there were times she simply ignored you, and found reasons to be in the office or out of the house.

It was okay at first, nothing big until people began noticing it too how miserable you had become and how quiet you were, things had changed. Today was your anniversary. You were scared shitless would she even attend? you wondered as you shimmied into a beautiful green gown matching Rebecca's eyes.

Getting ready for the night only filled you with more anxiety than excitement while you did your makeup, your hands slowly growing clammy and starting to tremble. You had made up your mind either this relationship was fixed or you had to leave it was only fair, you didn't want anything from the blonde.

The truth was you had been offered a new job and only needed one reason to decline, one reason to stay, one reason and that was the blonde you loved so furiously.

Rebecca loved you there was no doubt about it she just wasn't sure if she was still in love with you, she was always afraid you would leave and break her heart just as Rupert had. She sighed closing her laptop, she was tired and wished to go home hoping to catch a glimpse of you dancing in the kitchen or reading on the sofa.

She found that she loved routine, you had built a routine that took years to create, a solo symphony just for her eyes after a long day where she could hold you in her arms. Maybe she was still in love with you to an extent but what is a relationship if it's only one-sided, sex was scarce so was affection until the day's end.

You drove silently to the restaurant and waited for the woman to arrive, your eyes roamed around the crowds hoping to catch a glimpse of her blonde hair as you sipped your water. However, Rebecca was shocked to see an empty house, it was strange for you to be out unless you had plans. you would've told her right?

The young waitress dropped you off a glass of wine with a sad smile you had been there for an hour and counting it was clear you had been stood up. With a sigh, you chugged back the glass before leaving a generous tip this was it you decided six years for this? you felt stupid no matter how beautiful you looked.

Rebecca rested in bed alone with a book in hand, glasses perched on her nose the lamp on her bedside casting a smooth shadow across the dark room as you entered the home kicking off your heels with a huff. Your makeup had begun to smudge as you ventured upstairs tears staining your face afraid to look her in the eye "You're out late" she spoke turning the page.

You laugh but nothing humorous "What's so funny?' she asked taking off her reading glasses "You really don't know?" a subtle anger simmered in your chest "No Y/n I don't know". Rebecca scoffed "It's our anniversary" you whispered gazing up at her watching how her facials had changed "oh" her eyes flickered with sadness.

"I'm sorry Y/n, I forgot but I will make it up to you" she promised but you shook your head "I can't do this anymore Rebs" you cried, the walls you built had crumbled into nothing. "I'm nothing but nausea, nothing but reverie, nothing but longing" you spoke with disgust as you stared at your hands "I love you but you make me so sad".

Rebecca had believed everything was fine and that nothing had changed no, she loved you, and she was terrified you would leave "I love you too Y/n/n" she smiled tear-eyed. "And I'd choose you; in a hundred lifetimes, in a hundred worlds, in any version of reality, I'd find you and I'd choose you"

"Do you truly love me or are you scared to be alone?" doe eyes stare at her silencing "Because I feel nothing but alone" You shook your head as you began to change clothes.

"W-we can fix this though surely?" she asked wide-eyed "Rebeca it's been years in the making, we're not growing younger" The blonde quickly got up reaching for your zipper. "Please Y/n/n. let me fix this" she cried pressing kisses to your bare shoulder her arms wrapping around your waist "You said it, we're not getting younger".

The light from the lamp flickered highlighting your shadow "And what if I'm only wasting my time?" you asked turning in her arms "You won't" she pleaded "but I might". Resting your forehead against her own "And I'm that I'm losing time" she sighed "So let me go" You looked into her gentle green eyes.

"One night?"

"One night and I'll be gone by morning"

One night of burning passion as Rebecca stored your body in memory, her words failed so she hoped her actions this night would count silently as you brought you to greater heights. "I love you" whispered along your skin in kisses, in pleas of don't leave, she was everywhere so suddenly it was intoxicating. Rebecca refused to sleep that night afraid she might miss you leaving, she knew there wasn't changing your mind she had already dealt her damage, a speech on her lips.

When you awoke she sat with a hand playing in your hair with a sad smile "Where will you go little dove?' she whispered "Sicily, I accepted a job offer there last night on my drive home" She pressed a kiss to your hairline and letting you get up. "So this is it? this is for real?" Rebecca swallowed harshly "I guess so" you sighed beginning to pack your things "But must you leave so soon?" she rested a hand on your arm. "I held off this offer for three weeks, I need to leave tonight" You bit your lip gazing off, Rebecca nodded "You will find me when you return, even if you're a thousand years late" she promised, she begged, she hoped and wished.

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Your mama’s crying

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x daughter reader

Warning: death, angst, Ian Doyle, depression, Ian calling reader by her “name”

It had been seven months…

Seven months since your mother had passed, your best friend had died at the hands of your father Ian Doyle. Seven months of losing yourself and recreating a new version of who you once were, everything had changed once she left, even me.

I couldn't bare looking into the mirror to stare at the dark eyes, raven hair that I mourned the loss of so I dyed it. Pink. Purple. Blue. Green. Red. Before settling on a beautiful Blonde that she would've loved. I swapped my glasses for coloured contacts, it hurt to see the ghost of my mother in myself.

Seven months and yet it felt like seven years..

The first day had begun a month after mum had passed, I was curled in her bed my face smothered in her blankets that were slowly loosing her scent. Morgan had burst into the room throwing my gym clothes at me telling me to get ready, we ran ten kilometres that day only stopping at the lookout on the hill to yell out our frustrations at the world.

It became a routine of sorts and sometimes Penelope would join us although she couldn’t keep up with us as often. It was okay. We would be okay, Sergio clung to me more as the months grew almost as if he just knew.

I sat with Derek on the roof, his arm wrapped securely around my shoulders as we spoke "I miss her" I whispered curling myself into him more. "Me too, miniP' he kissed my head before resting his cheek on it"me too he repeated sadly "she'd be proud of you, you know that right?" | nodded biting my lip.

I hope she would be

Although I wanted revenge

I had graduated university top of my class with the team cheering me on in the crowd, how was I to see those two guilty faces. It hurt my mother not being in the front row like she was meant to but I imagined she had been.

My father loved me in a strange way

The team thought it best to use me as the bait to catch him, I called him to a cafe just a quiet one that I had visited him before at. Staring at him I felt nothing, his face was blank “whats the softest way to say you took away my friend, my buddy?. Whats the kindest way to say you took away my friend?”.

“You wouldn’t understand Alora” he whispered “so help me understand father” hopefully the team should walk in any moment. “It was simply fate my dear, we have a past” fate? Fate took my mother? My heart had shattering once more.

I wanted to scream and cry, throw anything available at him but I was just so numb and maybe he knew that as he leaned over. Placing a gentle kiss on my forehead before the team burst in “Je t'aime Y/n” he whispered I love you Y/n “Adieu père” I whispered. Goodbye father

How dare he simply call it fate

“Elle m'a enlevé ma fille”

She took my daughter away

I was bound to him, mum was bound to him

I was his daughter

It was all a blur as he was arrested, I had become numb but I knew I hated France it would never be the same I’m not sure Virginia could be the same anymore.

I never went home that day, finding myself at Penelope’s front doorstep tears streaming down my face. Her arms had become home I wondered if my mother would be disappointed in me- of who I had become.

“Oh my sweetheart”

I wished I could’ve told her sooner about my adoration for women of my harboured feelings for an older blonde that I had no chance with. I had an internship with the bau while I found a job that I actually wanted, I had plans just as my mother once had.

We had been called into the conference room, I stood near the back “everyone take a seat” Hotch sighed as JJ stood beside him. "7 months ago I made a decision that affected this Team." he said, and I knew immediatly that this was about mum.

"As you know, Emily had lost a lot of blood after her fight with Doyle. The doctors were able to stabilize her and she was airlifted from Boston to Bethesda under a covert exfilitration. Her identity was strictly need-to-know." he said and I felt sick to my stomach.

"She stayed there until she was well enough to travel, she was reassigned to Paris where she was given several different identities which we had no access to for her security." He goes on.

"She's alive?" Penelope asked.

"But we buried her..." Reid says hurt.

I had buried my mother

I had buried my mother

Yet she had walked into the room with a smile on her face as if these seven months had never existed, I had buried my mother for nothing. These seven months had been a lie, all the words JJ and Aaron said had been lies all those tender hugs and kisses were full of guilt.

I couldn’t help but leave quickly as mum made her way around the team giving out hugs unaware she had watched me go. I couldn’t be there, I couldn’t be in that room not with everyone so happy to have her back, I grieved my mother.

I mourned someone who wasn’t dead

Maybe it was selfish of me but I left the team that day, finally moved my things out of my mothers apartment now that she was back. I ignored her calls so angry she could do such a thing the same went with Aaron and JJ, how could they? my mother?.

The team had called me often saying how my mother had been crying, her sobs begging for me and maybe in some sick way she knew just how I had felt.

I laid with my head in Penelopes lap as I sobbed, her soothing hands running through my hair “I know it’s hard right now Y/n but maybe it would be a good thing if you started talking to her again”.

“I’m just so scared Pen”

“And thats okay baby cakes”

It wouldn’t be another two weeks before I worked up the courage to talk to her, Rossi was hosting a part while I had arrived with the blonde. Mum made her way beside me “I’m proud of you Y/n” she slowly placed a hand on my shoulder.

She took a deep breath in tears already staining her waterline “and I’m sorry, if I could’ve taken you with me I would’ve but Aaron had said no. I asked them everyday about you and I’m sorry I couldn’t be here I’m sorry, I put my little girl through all this pain”

She moved her hands to cup my face “my baby girl, and when you graduated Uni. I made sure Aaron got me a clip of you. I never once stopped thinking about you, Mon cher I love you”

“And I am so so proud of you” the warmth of her lips pressed against my forehead cemented she was real “I’m sorry mama” I cried. “I was just so angry, I didn’t mean to make you cry” she pulled me into her chest rocking us gently side by side.

After a while she chuckle causing me to look up confused “you and Garcia?” She smirked with a raised brow

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Burn Marks

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: Toxic!Larissa, mentions of pregnancy, angst, hopeful ending, hints of starving

Pt1

It destroyed you when she left you pregnant and with a hyper three year old who was full of questions of where her favoured mama is. It burnt your lungs with each lie you told her unable to state the truth afraid to scar the young girl the way you had been.

Soon enough your little boy Theodore had been born, named right after Larissa’s father who had the same blue eyes as her but your blonde hair. The more Delilah grew the more she shaped into Larissa the woman who had shattered your being.

Once Theo was old enough to attend Kindergarten you were off to rebuild the woman you once were, daily after the school drop off you hit the gym. You went back to school to study fashion something you had enjoyed, it was tiring but you wished nothing else.

At night the children would curl around you on the sofa as you read to them, a peace you had never felt before, a sense of security. Larissa had never tried to reach out not when Delilah had turned five or even ten, your children now sixteen and thirteen.

It took some time but finally you owned your own boutique while raising two children it was hard and sometimes you had to go without. Always making sure their little bellies were full, along the line you often wondered where Larissa was in life.

If she thought it was worth it

Now you sat across from her

“We’re here for our daughters enrolment”

Larissa shifted in her seat as she cleared her throat almost taken aback “right, I apologise” she nodded the air now thick. “So- uh how is she?” You shook your head “not quite the question Larissa” the woman couldn’t focus. Not when she had a straight view of your cleavage, not when you looked so great now she really began to regret.

“Look Larissa, I can help with Fundraisers whatever you need. Our daughters happiness means most so if you do anything to tarnish that” I threatened. “Everything will be paid in full by me and me only, I don’t want your charity nor your pity. You can fester in your guilt if you even feel guilty”.

“I said I was sorry Y/n” Larissa barked “I don’t care” you shrugged “you threw everything away! I gave every ounce of me up for you and you leave like our family was last weeks news”. You shot up from your seat “my body changing was only natural since I had your child! Me being tired was normal because I was working TWO jobs and RAISING OUR DAUGHTER, I WAS PREGNANT LARISSA!”

“I was pregnant and planning this wonderful life with you” your voice broke unable to face her “your actions burned me, they scar our children”. A sinking fell into Larissa’s chest “so tell me again how sad your life is, how hard it is now that you have to face your choices”

Call it Karma

“I loved you so fiercely that even two years after you left I would’ve welcomed you with open arms but no, we made our beds Larissa time to lay in them”

“I refuse to” the woman’s voice determined “well I have, I’m tired Larissa” you matched her energy “maybe I still love you”. You laughed at her words “love me? I thought you no longer love me isn’t that why you left? To find something bigger? Someone better? Or did you find only I would put up with your attitude?”

“You’re not being fair” Larissa stated only causing you to laugh “fair?” You faced her “I’m not being fair? Give me a break Larissa, fairness didn’t matter thirteen years ago when you up and split”.

Larissa knew you were right, of course you were you always had been and she knew she used you she didn’t feel bad about it.

“No you’re right but the past is the past Y/n or have you not changed?”

“Don’t humour me Larissa, I was forced to change. Our children needed at least one role model but you wouldn’t know what that’s like”

I was jealous she could pretend to be this great maternal principal when she was a horrible mother, she had abandoned her family. With a sigh I sat back down “it’s a crappy thing you did and I hope you can make amends with our children but for now any questions you have go straight to my assistant”.

Larissa cringed slightly “Your assistant?” You raised a brow “I’m not letting you back in so easily honey” resting against the back of your chair with a small smirk.

The blonde took it as a deal

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Are we soulmates?

Pairing: Larissa Weems x Reader

Warnings: angst, toxic!Larissa, pregnancy

Pt2

“Do you think we’re soulmates in every universe?” You asked Larissa as she sat in your living room “are we even soulmates in this one?” She responded with your daughter on her lap.

It crushed you

You had given everything up for the woman across from you, your daughter had been born during your time at Nevermore. Larissa said shifting was safe and didn’t require protection who knew the teachers pet could be such a liar.

So you dropped out letting Larissa live her life while you raised her baby, taking up a second job so she could continue her studies. Larissa had big dreams to become the principal of Nevermore and you lost the motivation to have any.

You had been dating the blonde since your first year of Nevermore, things had been perfect until that stupid girl came- no it wasn’t her fault.

Morticia had become of the object of Larissa’s desires causing visits to become scarce, you knew she wasn’t attracted to you anymore. Not since you had given birth to Delilah, your body had changed it was only natural it would’ve.

Your little Delilah Brienne Weems meant the world to you

“I love you” she smiled but didn’t take her eyes off the girl playing with her rings, you nodded of course she said that. You wanted a family it didn’t need the white picket fence as long as you had Larissa and your daughter. Unfortunately Larissa didn’t want that just yet.

It wasn’t until Delilah turned three, you sat at the dinner table in the middle of the night Larissa still hadn’t returned. Your head in your hands as you sobbed, who had you become? A shell of a woman begging to be loved.

Larissa had woken you up when she finally got home, liquor on her breath and lipstick smudged she looked cocky. You were tired not sure if it was only physically anymore as you followed her up the stairs watching her get ready for bed.

You laid down facing away from her as she slipped in next to you “I don’t love you anymore” she whispered as she wrapped her arms around your waist. She was only drunk you told yourself as you fell asleep, when you got woken up the next morning Larissa was gone Delilah now on her side of the bed.

She was too young to understand where her mama had gone too little to just see mommy everywhere but you hoped it didn’t last. That Larissa would change her mind but she didn’t and things flushed themselves down the drain.

You loved Larissa violently

Losing yourself

Larissa had gotten her way, she had broken you

It had been thirteen years since Larissa had left never looking back she often wondered how you had been, how Delilah was. But now as she waits for her next interview she knows she no longer needs to wonder about her family the one she left behind.

You walked in behind two children a hand on each of their shoulders, your eyes blank as you stared at her she now wondered had you been married. “M-mom?” Delilah whispered her voice cracking as tears welled in her blue eyes it broke Larissa’s heart she had caused that.

The boy only looked confused as he watched his older sister “my little flower” Larissa smiled sadly “Don’t” Delilah stunned the older woman. “You don’t get to call me that” she sneered as she turned to hid in your side “who’s this?” Larissa asked “Theo” he whispered.

She looked up at you with a silent question but you shook your head no as you took a seat in-front of her desk. “You know Delilah, your mama and I used to attend this school” Larissa spoke gently only to receive a lashing from her daughter.

“I apologise Delilah for leaving” she sighed making matters worse as the girl got up quickly leaving, Theo chasing after her.

You sighed sadly “I do apologise for leaving I wasn’t in the right headspace Y/n” she pleaded almost, you looked away not wanting to give her a reaction. “I found I regretted it, I got the job but nobody to go home to, nobody to hold, I have everything but at what cost?”.

“Well who’s fault is that Larissa?” I asked sitting up straighter in my seat “mine” she whispered staring at her hands. “I was pregnant and I planned to tell you but you left… you just left” you shrugged biting your lip still not facing her.

“I’m sorry”

“Sometimes sorry isn’t enough”

“I know”

“You know?”

Finally your eyes met now staring into the eyes your children shared “I loved you Larissa” you laughed “I love you in every universe” she whispered. “Do you take it back in every universe?” You scoffed shaking your head “we’re here for our daughter’s enrolment”.

You might be single but you had moved on no longer begging to be loved by someone who’s love had terms and conditions.

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Nsfw prompt w/ established fem!reader x rebecca. Reader shyly asks rebecca to wear a strap in bed and at first rebecca thinks its not her thing but she'll try it out for you but then she realizes what an absolute wreck she makes you and quickly becomes obsessed with fucking you with it even going far as to wearing one to work

The way I've been very impatiently waiting to write this since the second I saw it in my inbox hahahahah

I fucking love this, lets do it!

This is just pure, filthy, smutty smut

Collapsing back onto the bed you try and catch your breath as aftershocks course through your body. When you're finally able to open your eyes again you see Rebecca sitting between your legs with a smirk on her face, her fingers gently gliding across your thighs. She looks down at you, proud of herself for being able to turn you into such a mess over and over again.

"Tapping out?" She asks with a cocked eyebrow, knowing what your answer would be.

"What gave it away?" You reply with a laugh as another chill runs down your spine.

"Just a hunch." She lays down next to you and wraps her arms around you, pulling you close.

The warmth of her body relaxes you and you let out a hum, nuzzling your head into her neck. Rebecca runs her fingers through your hair, leaving gentle kisses on your head.

It never ceases to surprise you how easily she can make you come undone. The chemistry between the two of you alone makes your head spin, but the way she knows every inch of your body? The way she knows exactly what makes you tick and squirm? It drives you wild in the best ways possible. Sex with her is the best you've ever had in your life.

There was always one thing you've wanted to try but have been too shy to ask, but after the way she dominated you tonight, shyness be damned, you can't wait anymore.

Tracing patterns across her chest with your fingers you finally find the courage to ask.

"Has there ever been something you've wanted to try but haven't brought up?"

Rebecca pauses and thinks for a moment. "No, I don't think so, why love? Is there something on your mind?"

"Well, kind of. I don't know, it's kind of dumb," the shyness taking over once more. "actually, never mind, forget I said anything."

"No, no." She says, adjusting in bed to look at you. "Tell me, if there's something you want to try I want to know what it is sweetheart."

Focusing on your fingers as they continue to trace shapes and patterns on her chest you work up the courage to finally ask.

"Well, I've kind of wanted to try you using a strap, on me." You shyly admit. Looking up at Rebecca you see a little surprise and uncertainty on her face.

"Really?" She asks.

"Yeah, but, I mean, we don't have to if you don't want to, I know it's probably not your thing, so it's okay if you don't want to or something."

Rebecca looks down at you with endearment in her eyes.

"I can't promise it'll be something I'll love, but we can definitely try it."

"Really?"

"Absolutely honey. Do you want me to order one? I have no idea what kind to order though." She says, grabbing her phone off of the nightstand.

Taking her phone from her you pull up a few options you've looked at in the past that you'd want to try.

"Any one of these should be fine." You say with a small smile.

"You are just full of surprises tonight my love." Rebecca says, kissing you on the forehead, you giggle in response.

The two of you look through the options and settle on a purple one, it's a little bigger than the others, but the size of it excites you more than scares you. Rebecca places the order and returns her phone to the nightstand. She wraps her arms around you once more and pulls you into her.

"Thank you baby." You quietly say.

"Of course honey. I want you to always be comfortable talking to me, about anything. Okay?"

Looking into her bright green eyes, you get lost for a moment before nodding your head. Rebecca brings her lips to yours and you smile as she gently kisses you.

A few days later you both come home from work to find a package at the front door. Excited, you take it inside and open it. A knot forms in your belly as you examine the strap with Rebecca; she looks unsure, but not unwilling. You both agree that you should have dinner before running straight into the bedroom. After you finish eating and cleaning up, you lead Rebecca upstairs.

Rebecca stands behind you and slowly unzips your dress. Her lips meet your neck as she pulls the zipper down and she kisses down your back. As she pulls your dress to the floor she unhooks your bra and pulls your lacy thong to your ankles. You kick your thong off and turn to face her, she pulls your lips into hers and you pull her button down shirt out of her skirt and begin unbuttoning it. Kissing down her chest, you pull the shirt off of her after undoing the last button. You unclip her bra and toss it away, kissing between her breasts and down her belly. After fumbling with the zipper on the side of her skirt for a moment, you slide it down her hips, taking her thong with it, down her legs, and onto the floor.

Kneeling in front of Rebecca, you look up at her as you run your hands up and down her thighs. She spreads her legs and lowers her heat onto your mouth, which you gladly accept. Rebecca throws her head back and lets out a moan when your tongue makes contact with her dripping center. Running your tongue up and down her slit you collect all of her juices into your mouth. Her knees buckle and she moans, grabbing onto your head when you suck and flick your tongue over her clit. You continue to work your tongue up and down her slit, sucking and pressing your tongue flat against her clit every time you pass over it. Her legs begin to gently shake, letting you know she's getting close. Bringing your fingers to her dripping center, you coat them in her juices before sliding two fingers into her, curling them deep inside while latching onto her clit and sucking on it.

Rebecca cries out in pleasure and grinds down onto you. You begin to work your fingers in and out of her as you keep her bundle of nerves stimulated. Looking up, her head is thrown back but you can see the blush across her chest, her legs shake more as you pick up the pace and thrust into her a little harder.

"Just like that baby, I'm so close, don't stop- fuck! Fuck!" She screams and her body shakes over you while she cums. You can feel her dripping down your arm but you keep your pace, making her ride out her orgasm until she pulls away.

Rebecca stumbles towards the bed and puts her hands on the mattress to stabilize herself as she pants. Looking back at you, her pupils dilate while she watches you stick your fingers in your mouth, lapping up every drop of her left on you.

"Help me get into this thing." She says, holding up the harness. She gives it to you and you help her step into it and tighten it around her hips.

"How does it feel?" You ask, making sure it's not too tight or too loose.

"It feels weird." She says, swinging the dildo back and fourth.

You start laughing as you watch her. "I meant the harness babe."

"I think it's fine, now come, lay down."

Crawling onto the bed, you roll onto your back and Rebecca positions herself between your legs, lubing up the toy. She cups your center, wiping the extra lube onto you and slides two fingers into you.

"Oh fuck." You moan, your eyes rolling back.

Rebecca giggles and removes her fingers from you. Holding onto your hips, she lines the toy up with your dripping slit and looks up at you.

"You okay?" She asks.

"Mhm." You hum, nodding your head.

Parting your lips, she slowly slips the toy into you, immediately bottoming you out.

"Oh FUCK!" You cry as your eyes roll to the back of your head and your back arches off of the bed. Between the strap stretching out the entrance of your pussy to the sensation of the head of the toy buried deep inside of you, your head spins from the pleasure.

Rebecca slowly pulls the toy out and slides it back in all the way, hitting that sweet spot that makes you see stars.

"How does that feel baby?" She asks, slowly thrusting in and out of you as she finds her rhythm.

"It's so good." You whimper, white-knuckling the sheets.

Finding her rhythm, Rebecca begins to thrust in and out of you as a string of moans and curses fall from your lips.

Watching you as you squirm under her, Rebecca is a little surprised at how much she's enjoying this and picks up her pace.

"Oh fuck baby, fuck it's so good." You cry as she fucks you a little harder.

"You're taking it so good, you're such a good girl, letting me fuck you like this."

"Please, oh fuck, please, you're gonna make me- FUCK!" You scream as she thrusts hard and deep into you, bottoming you out again.

"You want me to make you cum?"

"Please baby, please." You beg as she fucks you harder.

Rebecca picks your legs up and bends them back so your knees are almost next to your ears allowing her to push deeper into you. She thrusts into you a few more times before slamming into you, giving you every inch of the toy. You can feel her hips against you when she grinds the toy deep into you, making you scream in pleasure.

"Fuck, Rebecca yes! You're gonna make me fucking cum, fuck me, please, oh fuck please!"

You hear the wetness of the toy while it slides out and is slammed back into you over and over as Rebecca bottoms you out with each thrust as you scream, your orgasm building rapidly.

She quickens her pace when she feels your body begin to shake under her, she wants to make you cum, hard. With each thrust you get closer and closer to the edge, climbing higher and higher every second.

She grinds into that spot once more, bringing you right to the edge.

"I'm gonna cum, don't stop, don't fucking stop!" You scream.

Thrusting hard into the spot again and then grinding into it, Rebecca is feral, you see stars and cry out for her.

"Good girl, cum for me baby." Rebecca says as she guides you through your orgasm.

She relentlessly fucks you as your body convulses under her. She eventually slows down, gently sliding the strap in and out of you as you come down from your high before finally pulling out.

Rebecca takes off the harness and tosses it onto the floor. She crawls up next to you, pulling your still twitching body into her.

"Oh my god, holy shit Rebecca." You pant as the aftershocks rock your body.

"I'm glad you enjoyed it so much." She says, gently kissing you.

"Did you like it?"

Looking into her eyes, you realize her pupils are blown and her eyes are filled with lust.

"I loved it."

For the next few weeks, you two almost exclusively use the strap, usually at Rebecca's request. Rebecca let you use it on her a few times but she got more pleasure from fucking you senseless with it than when you used it on her. It wasn't always rough, but you both preferred it that way truthfully.

As you're at your desk, consumed by your latest task, you realize it's been an unusually slow, quiet day. Which you weren't complaining about. The boys were on the bus to an away game, you and Rebecca were flying out to meet them the next day. It's not often you get laid back days like these, but you enjoyed them when they came around.

A ding echoes through your office, looking up you see a message from Rebecca.

"Come see me in my office. Now."

A nervous knot forms in your belly, that doesn't sound good. Making your way to her office, you try and think of all of the reasons why she could be mad at you. Did you mess something up? Did you do something at home? Your anxiety comes to a head when you reach her office door.

You knock on the door and you hear her on the other side.

"Come in."

Opening the door, you step into her office and look at her sitting at her desk. Rebecca notices the worry on your face and gently smiles at you.

"Come in love, lock the door please."

Confused, you lock the door and walk towards her desk, she gets up and meets you halfway across the office and pulls you into a hug and kisses you. Your body instantly relaxes when her warm lips meet yours. Rebecca notices your body relax in your arms and looks at you.

"What's wrong?"

"What do you mean what's wrong? That message made it sound like I was in trouble!" You say.

"Oh I'm sorry love," she says, laughing. "I just didn't want you to dawdle making your way over here."

"You scared the shit out of me." You say, holding her tight.

Rebecca cups your face in her hands and looks into your eyes.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you!"

Your hands rest on her hips and you feel something under her flowy dress and pull back, looking at her.

"What the fuck?" You say to yourself as you feel around her hips, your eyes widening when you realize she's wearing the harness. "What the fuck." Your eyes go wide, staring at her.

Rebecca has a devilish grin on her face and pull you in for a deep kiss.

"The reason I asked you to come into my office," she says between kisses. "was because I needed your assistance with something."

Smirking into the kiss, you ask "And what do you need my assistance with?"

Pulling away, Rebecca grabs your hand and leads you into the ensuite in her office and locks the door behind her. Hiking up her dress, she places the fake appendage into its holster and bends you over the countertop.

"Babe, are you sure that we should-"

Rebecca unbuttons and rips your pants and underwear down. Leaning over you, she whispers into your ear.

"Hush love, just stay quiet." She reaches over and grabs a pillow sitting on the countertop and hands it to you, she must have taken it from the couch in her office before you got there.

Already dripping, Rebecca rubs the strap against you, making it slick and slides it effortlessly into you. Burying your face into the pillow, you groan as you feel her stretch you out.

Rebecca starts out slowly, letting you adjust to the stretch before pounding into you. You bite down into the pillow so hard you're worried you're going to rip it.

"Fuck!" You cry into the pillow.

She digs her nails into your hips when she grabs them tighter, thrusting into you, hard. Your moans turn into cries of pleasure when she bottoms you out, thrusting into you deep and hard.

"Oh fuck Rebecca!" You say, your voice mostly muffled.

"You're such a dirty girl, letting me fuck you in the office. My little office whore."

"Uh-huh." You moan, your eyes rolling back into your head.

Rebecca's hand leaves your hip and you feel her grab your hair and pull back, making your back arch. A moan escapes into the air before you're able to bring the pillow back to your face.

"You better not let anyone hear you love, or there will be consequences."

She thrusts deep into you and grinds the strap into that spot, making your body shudder.

"Fuck, right there, please, right there."

You hear Rebecca grunt as she thrusts harder into the spot and your legs begin to shake.

"I'm so close, fuck me baby, please."

"You want me to make you cum all over yourself?" She teases.

"Yes, fuck, please."

Rebecca seems to take that as a challenge because she picks up the pace even further and fucks you fast and hard. The orgasm you had building suddenly explodes, hitting you like a tidal wave. Rebecca lets go of your hair and you collapse back down onto the pillow, screaming in pleasure as you cum.

She slows her pace and you let out a little whine as she pulls out. Winded, Rebecca looks at you with pride on her face, bent over her office bathroom counter, blissed out with cum dripping down your legs. Removing the harness, she places it on the counter next to you.

After you're able to compose yourself a little you finally stand up and turn towards Rebecca. She passionately kisses you and pulls you into her so your head is resting in the crook of her neck.

"I'm sure that's the last thing you expected when you saw my message earlier." She says, rubbing small circles on your back.

"Uh, yeah. Definitely." You say with a laugh.

Rebecca kisses you once more before pulling away and grabbing a bag on the chair in the corner of the bathroom. She pulls out a hand towel and runs it under warm water and begins to wipe your legs clean.

"So this was a premeditated event?" You say, cocking an eyebrow at her.

She places a light kiss on your lips.

"I couldn't let the love of my life go back to work covered in cum, after I absolutely wrecked her in my office bathroom, could I?"

"Rebecca Welton, you are something else." You say with a chuckle.

"I'm your something else." She says, pulling you in for a kiss.

"And I'm yours." You say.

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

Soulmates wip

Should Y/n be named? If so do you have any ideas?

And anything you want to be included??

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

I should hate you

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader

Warning: soft lesbians,

Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5

Melissa never went home that night no, she couldn’t she wouldn’t not when you had been seated in the crowd watching her. Anna the daughter she never met beforehand right next to you smiling confused, did she know her mother was getting married or was it some old friend of her mums?.

She had ignored the signs long enough hoping they would go away but she knew deep in her heart that leaving you wasn’t right. That she really only dated Gary to try heal her self inflicted wounds because she wasn’t getting younger.

Seven years was a long time

Seven years of being haunted by your ghost, the question if you had the child and clearly you had she couldn’t be more proud of you. It took her a week before returning home, home? Nothing was home without you she found.

She packed Garys things leaving them on the front lawn for him to collect before she called Liam asking for your address. Hopefully it wasn’t too late to make amends.

When she pulled into your driveway there you sat on the front doorstep, book and cigarette in hand soaking in the spring weather. She refused to move slowly drunk off the view of you, it made her question why she ever left in the first place.

Her hands gripped the steering wheel tighter as she took a deep breath working the courage to even face you. “Mama!” Anna screamed excitedly as she ran up the drive Liam not far behind, you looked up smiling brightly first you saw Melissa before you focused on your daughter.

Anna ran into your open arms happily after you put your cigarette out, this.. this moment right here Melissa could of had all along. Liam kissed your temple whispering something in your ear while taking Anna gently from you.

Melissa took this time to get out of the car meeting you in the middle of your front lawn, a sight to see in your pink floral embroidered dress. An angel she convinced herself “hey” you smiled gazing at the woman “hey” Melissa swallowed awkwardly.

“What brings you here?” Your eyes gentle as you rested a hand on her crossed arm “I hope it’s not too late” she whispered. “Too late for what Mel?” Too late for what? “An us” Melissa sighed quietly “I regretted too late and I know that, I regretted that day as soon as I got in my car but I was too proud to admit I was wrong”.

“Maybe it’s not too late” you shrugged “maybe it was just the time” Melissa looked up confused “you ever heard if you love them let them go?”. She never knew a voice to sound more soft, she would save that word to describe you soft you were, angelic.

“Well I let you go not long after you left, I held onto hope but I knew your return was scarce but if you love them let them go, if they return it was meant to be”

Meant to be

Meant to be was all Melissa caught “you should hate me?” She stated more so confused “I should hate you” there was an agreement in your eyes. “I should but I love you more, the life I lead I wouldn’t have without you, Anna… I have her because of you”

“Melissa I have loved you longer than I had you, longer than I have loved one before” you sighed gently “I wished you didn’t get married the first time, that you would’ve ran and grabbed my hand but it wasn’t the time. Then the same the second time how I wished you would leave and you did, honey you didn’t marry him”

“But I didn’t marry you either?”

“It wasn’t the time”

“Is now the time?”

Melissa had moved closer so close you could feel her warmth breath pan against your face, she had uncrossed her arms a hand coming to cup your jaw.

“You move quickly” you laughed against her lips ignoring the way Liam cheered with your daughter as Melissa pulled you closer.

Third time lucky

[jessicaslittlelovesickmess]

To love is to be changed

Pairing: Melissa Schemmenti x Reader, Melissa Schemmenti x Gary

Warning: Slay Nonna, Crappy Gary, Sad lesbians, stop the wedding

Pt1 Pt2 Pt3 Pt4 Pt6

“Truthfully, I’m not sure there is anything you can do Mel” I sighed “please. There has to be something” she stepped closer. “Anna, she loves the colour green specifically forest green and baking, cupcakes are her favourite” I breathed in.

“You can visit whenever you like so you need to know things about her and if you prove good with her I- you could even have nights”. Melissa smiled to herself “thank you Y/n/n” I nodded in acknowledgment “I realise I shouldn’t be here Melissa, I shouldn’t have come”.

“Would you have told me about Anna if you hadn’t come today?”

“No”

“Why not?”

“Why not?” I laugh “how would I? I didn’t know if you had changed your number or if you had this new life with children that you love. What if I told you about Anna and you wanted nothing to do with her?”

My eyes couldn’t meet Melissa’s as I paced back and forth beginning to rant “and I mean pushing Anna into this new life now is hard, she’s so used to having just her mama and her duncle Liam”

“Duncle?”

I paused “it means her dad uncle but that’s besides the point I wouldn’t know what to do if the worst case scenario was to happen plus I had tried to tell you before. Now you’re getting married” I sighed wrapping my arms around myself.

“What if I don’t want to get married?” She asked causing me to stop “what if I’m doing this because I’m not getting any younger?” She laughed shaking her head. “I mean look at me Y/n, I’m still hot but I’m old y’know I never had a life that all these little girl’s dream of”.

“I got married too young to the wrong person and when I found the right one I screwed it up just like everything else I touch. And now I find that I have a daughter”

“Don’t”

“Don’t what?”

“Don’t get married if you don’t want to”

-

I shake my head zoning back in as Melissa waves her hand in front of my face.

Don’t get married

“Anna, she deserves both parents even if Liam has been an awesome dad there’s still things we can’t explain to her” I smile sadly. “For me there isn’t much, I came to terms with your absence years ago it doesn’t mean I don’t miss you I’m just used to the silence now”.

“Why did you come here?” Melissa asked “why did you call?” I returned “I asked first” she held her head up “hope? That maybe you would see me and change your mind but it was stupid of me I realise it now” she looked unfairly beautiful. I hoped Gary was a good guy who treated her well and I hoped she could live the life she’d always dreamed even if that life wasn’t lived with me.

Don’t get married sat on the tip of my tongue

Don’t get married

Don’t get married

“It’s not stupid hon, you’re just in love and so am I”

Just not with me

So I nod and smile “yeah yeah, I get it” she reaches for my hand again and finally I let her hold it “I really don’t deserve you” I know you don’t. “Let’s just hope this one lasts” I joke wanting to leave as soon as possible “yeah” Melissa breathed out.

You sat beside Nonna who held your hand as Melissa walked down the aisle “I always told her she was stupid for leaving” she whispered in your ear. “I can’t stand this one, I don’t think he can even wash his balls without Melissa holding his hand”.

You tried not to laugh, oh karma it seemed sadly “it’s her life Nonna” you responded with a small shrug “we’ve made our beds, I raise our daughter and she gets married”.

“You’re a good girl Y/n/n if only Melissa wasn’t so damn stubborn”

Soon enough Melissa stood at the front her hands clasped with Garys and boy did you find him severely underwhelming. At least Joe had been attractive, you watched as they said their vows the more you watched the more annoyed you felt.

Gary hardly had vows it seemed like a shopping list while Melissa gave her everything and when it came to I do he only seemed cocky. Smug bastard you thought to yourself while Nonna tsked in disapproval, Melissa paused as she looked back to the crowd.

Her eyes met yours “I-” her face seemed desperate, you nodded “I.. I” she began to panic slightly “go on” Gary rushed. This was getting messy the hold on your hand tightened as Nonna watched the man “I can’t Gary I’m sorry” she sighed in defeat.

“I have made many mistakes in my life and I don’t want this to be another one, I love you I do but we won’t work” her voice soft. “I’m sorry for wasting everyone’s time” Melissa turned to the crowd “I- this isn’t how I planned my life and definitely not who I had planned my life with”.

Slowly she walked sadly back up the aisle leaving Gary at the altar.