#lucy's teary eyes

[kim-ruzek]

ohmyfuckinggod tim sending kojo to give lucy a birthday card was so fucking cute and perfect and oh it hurts my heart

[pearlcaddy]

lucy 😍 carlyle

[silasours]

ৎ⸝⸝⠀COCKWARMING ! —

#pairing : lucifer, alastor, vox, valentino, x gn reader. #cw : 18+ content, mdni. unprotected sex. edging. office sex. public sex. sub/power sub reader. no mentions of specific anatomy. vox is in an online meeting for work. touch starved lucifer. val blowing his smoke on you for fun. non proofread because it's six in the fuckin morning and I have not slept a wink. #summary : in which they keep themselves buried deep inside of you while being busied by other stuff. #note : save me, I've been writing nothing but hazbin smut lately. i should really start working on other shows.. alastor's a bit shorter than the others, can't really think of a solid idea for him and I wanted to get this out as soon as possible

ʚ LUCIFER .

lucifer whines when you force him to focus on his unfinished work once again. he has been going back and forth from attempting to thrust into you, but you always found a way to press him down in his place firmly. he had some unfinished work that he left sitting in his office for almost a week now, and it irritated you. that's when you offered to cockwarm him while he worked, get him to finally get his hands on those unfinished works.

being absolutely touch starved, lucifer agreed without hesitation unaware of how miserable and impatient this will make him. his hand remain on his working desk, occasionally scribbling some words and a signature on the paper filled with printed words. he does his best to resist the urge to finally thrust into you, worried that you'd leave him unsatisfied if he doesn't do as he's told.

but there's a limit to how much he can contain himself, especially when he has you sitting on his lap with his cock stuffing you to the brim, when you'd tease him so often by clenching around him or moving your hips ever so slightly. lucifer whines every time, the hand that's placed on your hip squeezing on your flesh desperately.

"can i please.. just finish this up later?" his voice muffled from nuzzling his face into your shoulder, eyes closed shut to focus on the warmth engulfing his throbbing member. you let out a small chuckle, baring your teeth into his neck to draw out those pretty moans of his; his cock leaks pathetically inside of you.

"no can do, luci. you're not going to get whatever you want until you finish up." you pull away and tilt your head slightly, pressing a soft kiss onto his jaw while giving a quick glance at the papers sprawled across his desk. he's only halfway done with them. "you're doing pretty well, no? you're halfway done."

lucifer groans, annoyed as he picks up the pen from the desk again while reading through the papers. this time, you decide to tease him a little more instead of staying still. you connect your lips with his exposed neck, sucking on the sensitive skin as your hips slowly grind against his. you hear his breath hitch, his knuckles turning white from how hard he's gripping you.

your name spills out from his lips breathlessly, following with a whimper that you love so much. you carry on with your actions, dark marks gradually bloom all over his skin like breathtaking flowers. lucifer shifts to lay his forehead on your shoulder, shuddering from pleasure; you tug on his soft hair, firm enough to lift his head up from your shoulder.

"stay focused, luci. remember what's waiting for you to finish your work."

ʚ ALASTOR .

"oh, what a twist!" alastor exclaims with his eyes glued to the book he's reading, chuckling like you're not clenching down on his cock out of desperation. your eyes are teary as you turn to peek at the page he's on, frustration brewing in your chest. upon noticing your reaction, alastor laughs while moving his hand to cup your face, leaning in with a grin. "don't you agree, my dear?"

you groan, parting your lips further enough to drop his thumb into your mouth, biting down on it. alastor mutters a small "fiesty" before buckling up his hips, watching your eyes widen from the sudden pleasure that shoots up your veins. his arm tightens around your waist to stop you from squirming around excessively.

"put.. the fuckin' book down, a-alastor.." your nails dig into his shoulder through the fabric of his shirt, the back of your other hand hovering over your mouth with a frown on your face. alastor smiles in response, holding the book between the both of you now that there's a gap.

"why, it has only gotten interesting! patience is key, darling."

"it has been almost a whole fucking hour, alast-" your words get cut off by yet another harsh thrust of his hips, an uncontrollable moan slipping off your tongue. a low, barely audible grunt could be heard coming from alastor because of how you're squeezing around him like your life depends on it.

slowly, he places the book down, pushing two digits into your mouth as his sharp nails graze past your gums. your tongue swirls around them, gaze fixated on his that seems to be mocking your desperation. you grind your hips, wanting to feel more of that sensitive spot in you being stimulated by his tip brushing against it. alastor grunts every time you tighten around him, the feeling making his skin jump and his eyes close shut from the pleasure he receives.

you reach for the book to toss it aside, not allowing him any chance to get it back and return to what he was previously putting you through. he laughs at the action before getting cut off by yet another groan, a frown slowly finds its way to spread across his face despite the grin that remains on his lips.

"the book shall wait after all."

ʚ VOX .

the sound of vox's workers and colleagues echoes through his workplace, the source of it coming from the laptop that sits in front of him. he's holding an urgent meeting with them to discuss some things about work, yet you're here obediently sitting on him, cockwarming him. your arms hug his neck tightly, hands grabbing tightly onto his shirt while listening to him speak to the people in call.

you bite down every moan that builds in your throat, not allowing any sound to be heard by anyone but your partner. times when vox isn't discussing important matters, he leans into your ear to whisper praises, thrusting into you, and stops so suddenly when you're close to release.

he grins as you whine at the sudden loss of friction, skin flushed while feeling him draw lazy circles on your hips with his thumbs. he starts speaking again just when you're about to voice your frustration, drawing out a grumble from you. you stay there unattended, glancing at the part where the two of you connect; you're craving release, and you're done waiting.

with a steady pace, you move your own hips while holding onto his shoulders for support. vox's head snaps toward your direction, teeth gritting as he bites back the groans that threaten to leave his lips. he tries to hold you down, but his body betrays him and allows you to carry on with your movements. his head tilts back to lean against the headrest of his chair, the words that his workers speak gradually shifting to a blur in his mind.

"fuck, w-wait," his breath grows heavy, barely managing to keep his eyes open as you fuck yourself on his cock. you're supposed to be cockwarming him, not riding him. he has allowed you to the point of no return, how is he going to carry on with the meeting now? you grab him and connect your lips with his, drinking in his groans like how he does to your moans.

ignoring the calls of his name from the meeting, he pulls you closer by the waist as you grind yourself on him. it wasn't until he started getting annoyed by the meeting that he broke away from the kiss, strings of saliva still connecting your lips while his hand reached out to shut the laptop down. the room falls to a sudden silence, the only sounds that remain are your heavy breathing.

"you're gonna fuck up my company if this carries on," vox snickers before crashing his lips with yours again, hands holding onto your hips to thrust into you without anything holding him back this time.

ʚ VALENTINO .

you still can't process the fact that you're in valentino's studio with his cock buried deep inside of you while people walked around to work on set. valentino takes puffs from the cigarette he holds between his fingers, often ordering and even yelling at people as they rush to obey his commands.

nobody pays any mind to the both of you; in fact, they see it as something normal. after all, they're working for a porn producer, what is there not to be normal? you keep your face stuffed in the fluff of his coat, hands gripping tightly onto his outfit while still trying to adjust to how good he stretches you apart. everyone has just started working, and the set is still being prepared for a new film.

"you're tighter than usual my love, are you that excited to be around everyone?" he teases with a mocking tone, puffing out a wisp of pink smoke onto your flushed face. you lightly shake your head with a whine, the smoke that you inhale causing your vision to spin immediately. humming, valentino lifts your body up with the help of his lower pair of arms before roughly slamming you back down onto his cock. "I doubt that. you've always loved being fucking in public, no? look at you,"

you gasp, body tensing as a moan escapes your throat. you immediately bite down on your lower lip, eyes screwing shut while simultaneously having your body trembling under his hold. you don't want to draw too much attention to yourself, yet the idea alone excites you in an odd way that you never knew it would. noting your reaction, valentino continues repeating the action before stopping promptly, feeding himself with your choked back moans.

"keep looking pretty like that while i work, i'll have a reward waiting for you." you mewl at his words, giving him a weak nod while tugging onto his shirt. he takes another long drag from his cigarette before letting his gaze fall onto the prepared set displayed in front of him, eyes scanning for the stars of the show in the room.

he would moan softly into your ear whenever you clenched around him, teasing you with his mere voice and carrying on with his work. you don't complain, though, considering how you'll be fucked into a moaning mess once he's done with work.

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[thestarsarebrightertonight]

karma is my boyfriend // fred weasley x fem reader

playlist : karma - taylor swift

summary: when two girls bully and belittle you in the corridors , they seem to have forget the antics your boyfriend likes to pull on bullies.

y/n used , muggleborn gryffindor reader , swearing , bullying , short

masterlist

"ew , what is she looking at?" you heard one of the slytherin girls walking next to you say to her friend , both of them pointing at you and errupting into ear deafening giggles.

you turned to look at her confused , you hadnt glanced their way once , you just minded your business in the crowed corridor on the way to lunch.

"the fuck are you looking at? can i help you mudblood?!" the girl said loudly staring right at you.

"what did you just call me?" you asked with pure shock , you hadnt even done anything?

"i called you a mud. blood. what are you deaf? ugly cow." she giggled with her friend again as you winced at the loud noise hitting your ears.

you werent sure how to respond to this , you were all on your own and confronting the girl anymore would just create a large conflict , one you werent in the mood for.

your eyes welled up with tears as you looked away from the teasing and bitchy girls , shoving your way through the crowd and ignoring the dirty looks you recieved as a result.

----

you finally arrived in the great hall and sat down at the gryffindor table , next to angelina as she quickly went to greet you.

"hey y/n!- oh merlin whats wrong?!" shes said with quickly rising worry upon seeing your teary eyes and frowning face.

this caught freds attention as he observed your face , a deep anger and protectiveness settling in the pit of his stomach at the sight.

"baby whats wrong?" he said softly as you tried to hold back your tears.

"nothing it...it was just these slytherins. girls can be really horrible sometimes , "you voice broke as you forced out light laughs , eventhough no one laughed with you or even smiled.

"what did they say?" katie said , brushing your hair softly to comfort you.

"they just randomly started going off on me for looking at them , eventhough i didnt even look! then they...um they called me a mudblood." you mumbled the last part as everyone gasped and fred seethed.

"seriously?! thats fucking horrible!" angelina screeched in shock.

"im so sorry y/n," hermione added with a look of sympathy , relating to your situation.

"dont worry its fine guys-" you were cut off hastily.

"who." a deep voice said , freds darkened eyes meeting yours.

you gulped at the sight of his unfiltered rage , "i think theyre called lucy and-"

"lucy and beatrice. of course it was them ,theyre proper bullies." ron confirmed as everyone let out nods of recognition , the two girls were known for their unecessary awfulness. yet they never seemed to get taught a lesson.

well that was until they were found screaming and running through the corridors the next day , hair neon green , boils covering their faces , rain clouds chasing after them - drenching them in water and slugs ocassionally spewing out of their mouths.

you gaped at the sight , fred who had his arm around you showing no reaction but a smug grin.

"merlin! i wonder what happened to them?!" you exclaimed to him.

"yeah...i wonder" he smirked as you quickly caught on and gasped.

"you didnt!" you smacked his chest lightly , met by him laughing.

"of course i did!" he grinned , "no one messes with my girl. i was simply using them to set an example."

you stared up at him with you jaw on the floor , yet adoration glossed your eyes over , "thank you freddie."

"dont mention it , once these ones wear off i have another set of hexes prepared for them. thank me later love," he shrugged with a satisfied smile.

[mysunshinetemptress]

Jealousy,Jealousy

Leah Williamson x reader

Warnings: Not my best, but also my first work back in a while

Your relationship with Leah was still new, so new that the only people who knew about you were your teammates, close friends and both families.

This was the argument you used against Leah whenever she thought someone was hitting on you. A statement that couldn't save poor Grace from Leah.

It was a cold afternoon when Arsenal faced off against Tottenham at the Emirates. The atmosphere crackled with anticipation as the rivals clashed on the field. Leah’s gaze wandered up to midfield where she found your eyes softening as she caught you already looking at her, you were a source of comfort amid the fierce competition.

As the final whistle blew, signalling Arsenal's victory, relief flooded both the players and fans across the stadium. You however happy with the victory went around the Tottenham girls congratulating them on a well-played game amongst the players, Grace Clinton, Tottenham stargirl, approached you with a charming smile. "Hey, great game out there." You thanked her before pulling the younger girl into a hug "I could say the same soon you'll be coming for my starting spot on the senior squad" Grace laughed grabbing your arm "I'd prefer to play with you not in your place" You couldn't help but smile wider at the compliment "Thank you" Grace squeezed your arm her eyes looking you up and down as you turned oblivious in search of your girlfriend. "Hey would you fancy going out with me sometime?" she asked, her eyes lingering on you as you turned back to look at her. You politely declined stating you didn't see her like that but you would love to be better friends, but Leah's keen eyes caught every exchange and she couldn't help but give in to the tiny green monster you often called it, jealousy ran through her as she felt herself getting more annoyed the longer you talked to the younger midfielder. In the changing rooms, Katie, the lively midfielder, wasted no time teasing you about the encounter. "Looks like someone's got an admirer," she chirped, nudging you playfully you hit her arm lightly "Fuck off Katie please." Katie laughed "what I think it's cute but i don't know how your missus would feel about the competition." you turned looking to your girlfriend.

Leah, usually composed and confident, couldn't shake the nagging feeling of jealousy. Her usually bright demeanour dimmed, replaced by a subtle pout. The protective instinct surged within her, igniting a fire fuelled by possessiveness and affection.

You thought you had settled all of Leah's jealous feelings, especially towards Grace but you were proven wrong during the latest England camp. Grace had clung to your side the minute you entered St Georges Park and your girlfriend could do nothing but sit in a huff and glare. "Leah stop staring at the kid like that." Leah turned to look at Lucy "She has stolen my girlfriend and I want her back, Y/N has told her already she's not interested and yet she won't stop swinging out of her and batting her eyes like come on take a hint." This continued on for the rest of camp and anytime Leah was set up against the young midfielder she made sure to add in an extra shove much to your dismay. Leah only seemed to relax when you both were left alone in your shared room. This however ended one night when Leah was woken to a sharp knocking on the door, you turned slightly squeezing her mumbling that you would get it before she lay back down closing her eyes. You rubbed your eyes turning the lock on the door to be met with a teary-eyed Grace "Oh Grace are you ok." Grace shook her head "I...I'm sorry I had a bad dream and I couldn't sleep and I just can I stay with you." you nodded pulling her into the room, Leah turned over sighing unable to fall back to sleep without you beside her "Who is it." Leah sat up when you didn't respond eyes turning to glare at the younger girl who was now clinging to your arm "Just Grace, go back to sleep Le, she's staying the night I'll see you in the morning." Leah wanted to protest, to say that she shouldn't be out of her room after curfew and that she was only using a bad dream as an excuse to sleep in the same bed as you but then she thought back to all the times she did the same thing for years trying to spend every second together until she finally worked up the courage to ask you out. Huffing Leah turned to look at you as you climbed into bed eyes softening when she copped her jumper you were wearing.

Leah relaxed again once camp was over and she could put distance between you and Grace, only it didn't last long as now the younger midfielder wouldn't stop blowing up your phone. Leah knew she had to do something to show Grace you were hers and with the final North London derby of the season due to be played at Tottenham Hotspur Stadium Leah couldn't think of a better time to do it.

During the next match against Tottenham, Leah's demeanour shifted. Her tackles were sharper, her presence more commanding. She positioned herself strategically, ensuring that no opponent came close to you without facing her wrath, especially Grace.

As the game progressed, Leah's protective instincts intensified. She intercepted passes meant for you, shielding you from potential harm. Her eyes blazed with determination, a silent declaration of her commitment to keeping you safe, to keep you to herself.

After the final whistle, as the team celebrated another hard-earned victory, Leah pulled you aside. Her eyes softened as she cupped your face gently. "I couldn't bear the thought of anyone else trying to take you away from me," she confessed, her voice laced with vulnerability.

You wrapped your arms around her, reassurance flooding through every touch. "I'm yours, Leah, I'll only ever be yours" you whispered, pulling her into your arms.

At that moment, amidst the cheers and the camaraderie of the team, Leah realised that her jealousy stemmed not from insecurity but from a deep-rooted love for you. And as you stood together, she knew that nothing could ever come between you. Not some random girl at a club and certainly not Grace Clinton

[barcaatthemoon]

lullaby || lucy bronze x reader ||

you comfort lucy when she comes to your room after rachel's last game.

you weren't the least bit surprised to find lucy outside of your room after the game. more than a few of the girls had all grouped together for comfort after rachel's last game. lucy had held strong for the camp, having been warned earlier on by rachel herself. you had also been warned, but yours was more to make it easier to look out for lucy.

"can i sleep over tonight?" lucy asked you. keira had already gone to georgia and leah's rooms for the night. you were sure that a lot more girls were piled into the captain's room than just the three best friends, but what mattered was that lucy had come to you.

"of course you can," you told her. it wasn't late enough to sleep just yet, but lucy went straight to the bed. she laid down and curled up a little, something that you only saw her do whenever she was really upset. lucy ignored you as you moved around the room, grabbing a couple of water bottles for the two of you before you got into bed with her. "do you want to talk about it?"

"i don't want to talk about anything," lucy grumbled. you frowned a little to yourself, but let it go. lucy rested her head on your chest and grabbed onto your hand, squeezing it slightly. "do something, it's too quiet in here."

you're momentarily at a loss about what to do until you remember the night that keira and lucy had truly called it quits. it wasn't necessarily a good night for anybody, but it was definitely the start of your relationship.

…

"she don't want me no more." there was nothing scarier to you than a teary-eyed lucy bronze. you knew that lucy had planned on going over to keira's to talk after their last little argument. they had broken up twice already, but agreed to work things out. this time, hadn't been successful for lucy.

"luce, i'm sorry," you apologized to her. it wasn't your fault, and the apology only really made her kind of angry, but you didn't know what to do. lucy wasn't one to open up emotionally, especially not to you.

for the most part, lucy had no idea why she had come to your apartment. you weren't her friend, you were keira's. that was something you had made clear every single time that lucy had messed up in the past. however, there was still the part of lucy's brain that knew things weren't like that anymore.

somewhere along the line, something that shifted between the two of you. nothing had been acted on, but lucy had caught her eyes lingering on you for a little longer than normal. you had thoughts in a similar vein about lucy, and if it wasn't for keira being one of your best friends, you would have acted on your feelings.

"i just need somewhere to be for a while. can't be getting myself in trouble," lucy said. her accent was thicker through the tears. you nodded as you pulled her into your apartment. almost immediately, your cat raced across the living room to get as far away from lucy as he could. "little rat faced bastard."

"luce, be nice!" you hissed as you swatted at her shoulder.

"i'm over here crying and getting hissed at, so you hit me!" lucy shouted. you placed your hands on her arms, rubbing gently to try and soothe her. lucy moved like she was about to shove you away from her, only to surprise you by melting into your arms completely. she broke apart into a fit of sobs as your arms moved to hold her.

"hey, hey, it's okay," you whispered softly. lucy grabbed onto the back of your shirt and tugged you closer to her. you hummed nervously, unable to move away. slowly, you managed to get lucy to let you guide the two of you towards one of the chairs in your living room.

you picked the big, comfy one. everybody teased you for it being an eyesore, but you loved it. the pattern was hideous, but you had never sat in a more comfortable recliner in your entire life. as your body hit the back of the seat with lucy's on your lap, you were grateful for the slightly oversized chair.

lucy cried in your arms as you continued to hum. slowly, the hums grew into broken pieces of songs that you could remember. lucy's sniffles and sobs slowly came to a stop. you figured that she'd want you to be quiet now that she was done cry, but she pipped up at the first bit of prolonged silence.

"no, don't stop. i like the sound of your voice," lucy told you. she sounded a little whiny, but you weren't going to tease her for it. you started in on another little song, this time stopping when you saw lucy staring at you. it wasn't in annoyance or amusement like what you had grown accustomed to. this stare was different, and it made your chest feel warm and fuzzy.

"luce?"

"don't let me ruin this, please," lucy muttered. you had originally thought it was intended for you to hear, but once lucy pressed her lips to yours, you realized that it was a prayer of sorts.

…

you glanced down at lucy as she laid on your chest. her breathing had evened out finally, soft snores echoing each breath. you quietly snapped a picture for your phone, something that you'd want whenever the two of you went back to barcelona and she decided to pretend that this had never happened.

there were a few texts on your phone when you checked it. the first you saw was one from keira, warning you not to let lucy ruin your shirt with drool. you chuckled quietly to yourself, almost certain that it was only a matter of time before the puddle formed. the next couple were from rachel and millie, both women asking how lucy was doing. she had worried a lot of your teammates during rachel's celebratory dinner, even though she had been actively trying not to.

"stop moving around so much," lucy grumbled as she tugged your body closer to hers. "'m trying to sleep."

"it was just rach, she was wishing me a good night's rest," you said. lucy grumbled something, but it was muffled by her face being buried against your body. "i'm sorry, what was that?"

"tell her to fuck off. this is my time with you," lucy grumbled. you smiled as you placed your hand on her head to tip it back. she looked up at you with half-closed eyes and a pout, which you found adorable. "what the hell do you want?"

"a kiss, but if you're going to be an ass, i'll just go get one from someone else," you answered. lucy obviously did not like that answer as she shot up and pinned you beneath her on the mattress.

"who told you that you could kiss other girls?" lucy asked. she was getting possessive, like she tended to on your nights out with the team, but lucy never really did much other than fuck you.

"it's not like i've got a girlfriend, now is it?" you countered. lucy furrowed her brows, seemingly ready to give in to your one demand. you had been dropping all sorts of hints, doing everything short of actually giving her an ultimatum.

"sing me another song, and i'll take you out for breakfast tomorrow before we leave. a nice little date for just the two of us, but (y/n), are you sure about this? am i really who you want?" lucy asked you. she knew that you had gotten very close to hooking up with a couple of other girls on both the lionesses and at barcelona.

"lucy, you would not be in my bed right now if i wasn't sure. do you think i just sing every pretty little bird that crosses my path to sleep? what kind of woman do you take me for?" you pretended to be offended, up until lucy cradled your face and pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"my deepest apologies, and for the record, i think you're like some sort of disney princess. the kind that would give ingrid a run for her money," lucy complimented. "so, do you want to be my girlfriend? i think you've kind of had the position for a while, but might as well make it offical, yeah?"

"might as well, yeah," you echoed. lucy smiled, this time pulling you into her arms. you let the music resume on your phone, singing along to the songs until you felt lucy's body relax beneath yours.

[bambihrt]

Celebrating your Anniversary with Lucifer

This is a lil self indulgent piece for my favorite dilf

summary: just some established relationship fluff with lucifer

part 2 here!

"Baby you're back!" your blonde boyfriend greets you as you walk through the door to his office.

"Hey Luci, sorry my appointment took longer than expected," you apologized while rubbing at your eyes. You've been working nonstop on a surprise for Lucifer but you'd finally finished organizing it and could now rest.

"Aw my love, here let me take your things upstairs. I'll draw you a bath just rest here for a moment please," you could count on the king of hell to always look after you.

"Let's just go to bed, there's other ways I'd like to spend my night."

The next morning you got up earlier than your partner and snuck out of bed. You made a quick phone call and put on your game face to not give away the surprise. You rushed back to the bedroom and shook Lucifer awake exclaiming,"Charlie's called, she needs our help at the hotel!"

An hour later you stood with your boyfriend in front of his daughter's hotel as he fiddled with something in his pocket, anxiously awaiting someone to come to the door. Once Charlie arrived she led her father to the back of the hotel and outside only to be met with it covered in decorations. Going along with the circus theme in hell, there was a whole carnival set up with lots of games and food everywhere.

"Surprise! Happy anniversary Luc!"

"(Y/n) you set this all up?"

"Yep! Now before you get all teary eyed let me show you the best part, you're gonna love it!" You couldn't help your excitement as you showed your boyfriend a handmade game. There in front of you was a hook-a-duck game where the rubber ducks were his creations and you passed him a snake and apple themed lure.

As Lucifer stood there appreciating the work you put into his gift, you couldn't help but sassily say, "Can't believe you forgot our anniversary though."

"Sorry, my love it must have slipped my mind." Little did you know that as he said this he pat a little box inside his coat pocket that held a sparkly gift for you that he'd been planning for longer than your surprise carnival.

[redr0sewrites]

Being Good (sub!Lucifer smut)

the sub luci smut won the poll- ask and ye shall receive!!!! i aim to please. i desperately need more dom reader asks like omfg

🥀Cw: smut, sub lucifer, dirty talk, degrading and praise, marking, overstim, begging, reader gives him a handjob

🥀minors dni

"ple- pleanghhh... please, s'too much.." lucifer sobbed, fat, shimmering tears streaming down his puffy cheeks. you pull away from his neck, nipping at the hickey left in your wake. "aw, this is what you wanted, isn't it luci? you begged for me to fuck you, you acted like a damn brat all day, and now its too much?" you sneer, stroking his cock as he squirms beneath you. it was true, he had been practically begging for your attention all day, from teasing you in bed this morning, to coming into your office to ride your thigh, to touching himself without permission. he had pulled all the stops in a desperate attempt to get you to fuck him, and it had worked. except now, you were pissed.

his thighs tremble at each stroke of his over sensitive dick, and his hips hump up against your hand despite himself. "aw, i thought you wanted me to stop? how many times have you come, luci?" you grab his face, forcing him to look at you, eyes teary from pleasure. "mngh, please-" he hiccuped, and you slap his thigh, causing him to yelp. "i asked you a question," you murmur, trailing his hand from his face to slowly wrap around his neck. in truth, he had already come 5 times, and every time you asked him that question, he was always just too fucked out to reply. lucifer was practically insatiable- begging for you to stop, yet crying when you did. he was apparently too far into subspace to answer such a simple question, yet conscious enough to argue with you. he just couldn't help himself, you just made him feel so good! your free hand slowly pumped the base of his aching cock, coated in his past release as precum already pearled at the tip. "i- please, mmngg-" you watched as he babbled, struggling to form a coherent sentence as his mind glazed over. "don't you wanna be good for me, luci? don't tell me you can't answer, now, how many times have you cum for me?" you lean in to suck another dark mark on his neck and he yelps, watching as you pull away to witness yet another hickey bloom on his pale skin.

lucifer whined, his nails digging into your back as you held his throat firmly. "please, 'msorry, please.." he mewls, a few more whiny moans slipping past his lips as you sighed in disappointment. "what a shame," you purr, stroking him faster as shameful sobs and whimpers fill the room. his hips grind upwards, desperately thrusting against your hand as he mewls and moans. "m'close! pleasepleaseplease-" lucifer wails, eyes rolling back as his body shivers in anticipation. however, just as he reached the brink of pleasure you oull your hand away, smirking as he lets out an undignified sob. lucifer whines, hips still jerking upwards as he thrusts up into nothing, still so, so close to the edge.

he bucks and sobs, desperate for any sort of friction as his oncoming orgasm dies. "i- 'said 'msorry!" lucifer whines, clamping his legs together and looking up at you with watery eyes. "i wanna be good, please lemme be good f'you," he slurred, gasping as the hand on his neck travels down to his chest. resting your palm over his heart, you lean in to kiss him sloppily. lucifer opens his mouth as you slip your tongue in with ease, exploring the cavern of his mouth as he whines beneath you. his breath hitches as your tongue clashes with his, hot breath fanning against your lips as he whines and moans. suddenly, you pull away, using the hand on his chest to push him back against the bed. he looks up at you with wide eyes, his golden hair tussled and messy against the satin pillows beneath him.

"you wanna be good for me? awww, how sweet," you croon, moving one hand to spread apart his thighs and the other to wrap around the base of his cock. lucifer gasps as you begin to move, slowly but surely pumping his dick at a delicious pace. breathy moans turn to whines as you pick up the pace, the coil in his stomach already tightening from the mix of overstimulation and edging. "please," he murmured, eyes glazed with list. "please master, lemme be good... all f'you..." you chuckle as he slips deeper into submission, mewling and whimpering incoherent nonsense as you bring him closer and closer to the edge. "you wanna cum, baby?" you coo, and he nods fervently, babbling sweet nothings as tears trickle down his cheeks, soaking into his skin. you pick up the pace yet again, and his eyes roll back as his cock twitches in your hand. the cum from his previous orgasms acting as lube, you speed up as you stroke him off. "go ahead duckie, you can cum," you whisper, kissing over the hickies on his neck.

you're reassurance is all he needs as the coil in his abdomen snaps, and lucifer comes hard and fast. spraying the both of you, he bucks his hips yet again, sobbing from overstimulation as he clings to you. as he comes down from his high, you press gentle kisses to his forehead and cheeks, licking away the salty tears. "shh, shh, i know luci," you coo, rubbing circles on his back as he quivers. "you did so well for me, you did so, so good duckie," you accentuate each word with a gentle kiss, and his breathing begins to slow. "was i good..?" he murmurs, turning to nuzzle into your neck. "the best," you giggle, and press a soft kiss to his hair. "now, lets get you cleaned up, okay?" lucifer sighed, nuzzling against you and inhaling your scent. "mkay... but..." you pause, waiting for his reply. "can we stay like this? just for a lil'?" lucifer whispers, melting into your embrace as you pull him impossibly close. "of course," you sigh, gently rubbing his back as he began to doze peacefully in your arms. cleaning up can wait, as long as the two of you are together, nothing could ever ruin that.

🥀

RAHHHHHHHHH SUB LUCI SMUT!!!! GUYS PLEEEEEAAASE SEND IN MORE SUB REQUESTS FOR HAZBIN HOTEL I AM BEGGING ON MY KNEES THEYRE ALL SO SUBBY ITS NOT EVEN FUNNY pls send sub vox

[awlayt]

One piece men as house wreckers and how they ended up like that

Characters: Shanks,Rob lucci,Sabo,Doflamingo

Tags: Cheating,blowjob,degradation kink,praise kink,slight breeding kink, slight glove kink,afab!reader, hinted at threesome, Doflamingo part is a red flag ngl

Shanks

He can't help himself with how he picks his fuck buddies; he likes them young and pretty, and for some reason he finds himself enjoying the ones who are already in a relationship, serious or not. It's not something he should be proud of, but the thrill,the whole of wooing a pretty face in an unhappy marriage and tempting them into his arms with sweet talk and pleasure, is addicting to him at this point.

And what a pretty sight to see you on your knees while knowing damn well that your own man can't satisfy you like he does.

he have you between his thighs,your mouth filled with his cock as his hand grip tightly your hair to keep you from choking on his dick,he enjoys how teary your eyes gets as you try to adjust to his size in your mouth ,he let a little groan "ah... aren't you so eager, I bet you are wet from just sucking me off" he says with a little smirk ,he watches you squirm as to say yes,he chuckles softly "well ,the sooner you get me to cum down your pretty throat the sooner I get to fuck that little tight cunt of yours,so keep going "he says as his hand let go of your hair to stroke it gently,he watches you deep throat his girth like a champ (he taught you how to ,your husband didn't even bother to teach you the proper way of sucking a dick,how pathetic) he watches you moan as he cum down your throat with a husky groan leaving his lips "Swallow it like a good girl," he says with a little warning, and you nod as you swallow his cum. He smirks as he sees you still eagerly looking up at him. He looks so pleased with himself as he helps you sit on his thigh. "Well,come up,you want my dick? Then ride it. I want to see you bouncing on it till you earn a good fuck from me."

Rob Lucci

It started at a mission, really. He was supposed to seduce some married woman trying to get to her husband through her to get more information, and oh, it spiraled from there. It's something that fills his ego and pride,the fact that he can so easily just sweep anyone off their feet with a bit of sweet talk. Yeah, it makes his ego bigger than it was possibly before,and he can even offer a good rough fuck that would make anyone forget that they had a partner in the first place, and how sweetly they beg him every night for his attention and touch, and he always comply because there's nothing better than satisfying a desperate little thing.

He says his favorite part is when they let him come over the house and let him fuck them on the bed they share with the sad excuse of a husband. That's what really gets him going.

 

" Lucci..Lucci..Please more!" You moan as Lucci thrusts so deeply into your dripping folds as you lay on your bed. He has your right leg over his shoulder as he pounds into you so feverishly. His mouth is kissing your thigh. "You take me so well. Look at you, begging for more when you already have all of them. Such a cockwhore." He chuckles darkly as his hand traces your lips so tenderly. He continues thrusting his hips harder as he feels himself getting close. He wants to pull out before he hears you plead. "Don't pull out." You plead so desperately. "Please." You beg, and he raises an eyebrow. "You want me to cum inside?" He asks mockingly, and a smirk forms on his face when you nod. "Such a little slut. Of course you want. You want me to breed you, don't you? Your sad excuse is that your husband can't do that for you after all,you must feel so needy to be filled don't you?" He releases deep in you, causing you to arch your back on the bed with pleasure. Luci has a sadistic grin as he pulls away,and letting your leg drop on the bed,he manhandles you so easily as he turns you around, burying your face down the bed with your ass up for his viewing pleasure,he looks down at you with great hunger in his eyes as he says" I hope you are not tired (y/n), because I'm going to breed you like the bitch in heat you are"

Sabo

It started by accident, for sure. He had a drunken night with some pretty lady, and the next day she told him she was married and her husband was coming home, which basically put him in what a lot of people would call an uncomfortable situation,but it kind of left him wanting to do that again. The thrill of it is undeniably hot, and it excites him to no end. Such a thrill, and he can in fact deal with whoever confronts him. He got so many trying to, but all got too beaten up or scared to death when learning it was him fucking their wives,and that feeling really helped boost his ego. He even got himself into an open marriage with threesomes, fucking someone's wife while the husband watched. Those are truly his favorites.

"Ah, don't let a noise out, pretty slut. Come on, suck my fingers like you suck my dick. You can do better" Sabo mumbles as he has sucked on his gloved fingers while his hips are thrusting so deeply into you. You are pretty sure he bruised your cervix up by how harshly he is thrusting. He kisses your forehead as he watches you drool around his fingers. Your fucked dumb face looks so beautiful to him and He can't help but chuckle sadistically

He grins slightly as he glances to where your husband is sitting,with a camera recording everything, looking at you so hungrily. "I don't want you to miss her face when she cum because you are fantasizing about fucking her yourself" he says with a mocking voice, causing your husband to groan as he moves closer to film your face. You moan loudly as Sabo's free hand pinches your oversensitive clit. "Come on, darling, do it for us. I want you creaming around me. Maybe if you're good enough,you will get us both stuffing your pretty cunt by the end of the night."

Doflamingo

He really is just taking people's wives and husbands; he doesn't care if you're married or not. He would be using everything in his power to take the woman or man he got interested in, whether it was for a political reason, a reason to make his own life easier, or just because he felt like it. If he got interested in you on sight, he doesn't take rejection well at all, so you will be stuck with him. Your partner probably knows and is helpless about it. It really depends on his mood,and this man is moody. He has no real morals unless he pretends to have such ones as a way to amuse himself.

"Fufufufu...look at you trying to take all of me at once ,your cunt is begging for me to fill it,look at it, hugging me so tightly and creaming around me...such a pretty cunt" Doflamingo says with a little taunting tone as his cock is buried deep inside of you. You are trying your best not to cry at how big he feels inside of you. Even with all the preparation you've been doing the whole evening, it still hurts to have him so deeply in you like this.

Doflamingo thumb wipes the tears running down your cheek, or more like he smears them all over your cheek, to enjoy your teary face. "Shh, don't cry. You are taking me better than the last time. Almost fully, my sweet thing." He speaks to you like sweet honey,even though his words are nothing but taunting. If only he could come already so you can leave and go back home like you agreed would happen after this round ends. One more round, and you would be far away from his annoying self.

And suddenly he frowned as he heard your thoughts, or perhaps your face was zoning out, and he did not like your attention anywhere but on him. He thrust his hip hard-earned a loud scream from you as your cunt clenches around his thick grit. You can feel the air stuck in your lungs as you see him looking so pleased at your face.

Doflamingo was enjoying seeing you in pain, and you hated how turned on that made you feel. You arch your back in pleasure as he continues thrusting in and out of your sensitive hole, and you moan and call his name in hope he would finish already, but from his relaxed and devilish grin,you know he won't stop till you are fucked dumb and begging for more. One more round, and you will be done. That is what you will keep telling yourself.

I still hate shanks btw ✨💖

@luffyinlove ,,,I hope u think it's still good

[mc-cos-charm]

Mc, knocking before opening the door: excuse m—

Dia and luci being on top of each other on accident : .....⁉️

Mc , looking at them before slowly closing the door: I'm sorry....

Lucifer: wait . Dont.

Mc , still slowly closing the door halfway: I won't tell anyone...

Lucifer : LISTEN!!

Dia, who wanted to put drama together before putting a teary eye expression : Just...stop.. Lucifer

Lucifer , turned to diavolo : DON'T ESCALATE THINGS!

Lucifer , look at mc again before realizing they're not there anymore: MC!! it's not like that!!

[bruhnze]

Quiero un beso,

But there's an ocean of distance between us.

ONA BATLLE x LUCY BRONZE

For the Brasil anon! i love these songs, great idea. This is soft, but maybe not exactly what you meant.. hope u still like it.

Below are my favourite lines from both of the songs :)

"Beso" by Rosalia: Estar lejos de ti e' el Infierno (Being away from you is hell) Tar cerca de ti e' mi paz (Being close to you is my peace)

"Ocean" by Karol G: Y aunque lo intentara no podría sin ti (And even if I tried I couldn't without you) Toda mi felicidad es gracias a ti (All my happiness is thanks to you)

Warnings: bit of angst, bit of fluff, idk i was in my feels, teeny tiny bit suggetive things so still 18+ only pls. Hurt/comfort.

Wordcount: 3k

Three weeks. It had been three weeks since Ona last kissed her girlfriend. She realized this as she scrolled through her calendar app on her iPhone. Another stretch of days where they hadn't touched, laughed face-to-face, or shared the simplest of intimacies.

Tonight, like every night, they’d see each other on FaceTime again, an anchor in the storm of their long-distance relationship. They had already spoken twice today. First thing in the morning and again this afternoon. Ona chuckled to herself, recalling how this morning’s call had begun. They’d fallen asleep on the phone. Her alarm had woken Lucy, eventhough Lucy had another hour before she had to get up.

Lucy hadn’t minded, but Ona had kept apologizing until Lucy, with a cheeky grin, had suggested she’d ‘make it up’ with a front-row view of her shower.

Ona had laughed. Lately, Lucy had become more and more...needy. Not that Ona minded, in fact, she found it cute that Lucy missed every part of her. Lucy had even asked for a risqué picture the other day, a first since moving back to England two months ago. It was endearing how Lucy missed her in that way, but for Ona, it wasn’t just about that. It was the physical closeness she missed, the warmth.

She missed waking up beside Lucy. Every morning she woke up cuddling the pillow that was still holding the faintest trace of Lucy’s scent. During the day she’d randomly pull Coco onto her lap just for some form of comfort. But her dog wasn’t quite the same as her girlfriend. Sometimes in the shower, Ona would close her eyes, letting the warmth of the water surround her, but it could never replace the feeling of Lucy’s touch.

Suddenly, the familiar tone of an incoming FaceTime call broke her thoughts.

"Hi babyyyyy!" Lucy’s voice chimed through, full of energy and excitement the moment Ona’s face appeared on screen.

Ona chuckled softly, amused by Lucy’s bubbly tone. "Hey, babe."

"I love you," Lucy said with a beaming smile, her eyes crinkling at the edges. "One more week and two days, and we’ll have a few days together again." She was counting down, as she did on every call.

Ona nodded, her throat tightening as the familiar wave of longing washed over her. "I miss you," she whispered, her voice more fragile than she intended.

Lucy’s bright expression shifted. Concern filled her eyes as she leaned closer to the screen, sensing the sadness in Ona’s voice. Normally, they tried to keep things light, both agreeing that these two years apart would pass quicker if they kept their focus forward, holding their chins up.

"Are you okay?" Lucy asked softly, trying to filter the worry out of her tone but failing.

"No," Ona admitted, her pout deepening. "I haven’t kissed you in so long, I don’t even remember what you taste like."

She fell back onto the couch, the iPad slipping slightly as she disappeared out of the frame.

"Ona?" Lucy’s voice was gentle.

Ona whimpered softly. "Your pillow doesn’t smell like you anymore," she said, almost accusingly, as if it was somehow Lucy’s fault that her scent had faded.

"Baby," Lucy whispered, biting her lip, her eyes filled with sorrow. She wanted nothing more than to pull Ona into her arms and hold her tight. "Can you show me your face again?"

Ona wiped at her teary eyes and sat up, facing the screen once more.

Lucy gave her a sad, knowing smile, taking in the sight of Ona’s messy hair and red, puffy eyes. "What did you have for dinner?" she asked, trying to lighten the mood, knowing full well that no amount of casual conversation could replace what they both needed.

"I’m not playing tomorrow," Ona blurted out, ignoring Lucy’s question. "I’m going to book a flight."

Lucy’s heart twisted. She knew that feeling all to well herself, the urge to throw everything aside and run to the one she loved. But Ona couldn’t abandon her commitments, not like this. It would affect her career, Lucy couldn’t let that happen, no matter how much she wanted to be with her.

"I’ll come,"

A flicker of hope flashed in Ona’s eyes, but it faded just as quickly. "You can’t, Luce," Ona replied, her gaze drifting to Coco, who was busy tearing apart a tennis ball. "You’ve got a game too."

"I’ll come," Lucy repeated, her voice more determined now. She’d play her morning match and then fly straight to Ona, no matter what. Her knee could hurt, her body could ache - it didn’t matter. For Ona, she’d do it.

"You’ve got a game," Ona insisted, "and I have a game in the evening. We won’t even have time to call."

"I’ll play," Lucy said, more firmly this time. "Then I’ll come home and wait for you."

Ona let out a small laugh, though tears were still brimming in her eyes. "And recovery?"

"I’ll wear those stupid tights under my jeans," Lucy replied, rolling her eyes with a smile.

That got a genuine chuckle out of Ona. "You know that’s not the same as a proper recovery, right?"

"I know," Lucy said softly. "But I want to see you. I think you need a hug."

"I need a kiss," Ona corrected, her voice trembling as tears began to well up again. "And bring me one of your pillows. You can take mine."

Lucy chuckled. "Okay, I’ll do that baby. Anything else?"

"Tell me about your day," Ona murmured, laying back down on the couch and pulling the iPad onto her chest.

Lucy laughed, shaking her head. "I already told you everything this afternoon, and nothing’s happened since. I was just at home, walking Narla, cooking food, you know, laid in bed for a bit."

"In bed? Why? Are you getting sick?" Ona asked, suddenly concerned. Lucy rarely stayed in bed, especially without Ona there beside her.

"No," Lucy chuckled. "I was... I was missing you. I just looked at some photos of you."

Ona’s brow lifted in amusement, finally catching on to what Lucy meant. "Ohhh, I see.’’ She shook her head, ‘’We really are so different," she teased, laughing lightly. "You do that every day, don’t you?"

Lucy blushed. "Yeah... I just miss you so much."

"Sí, but for me, it’s different," Ona admitted. "I haven’t... well, you know."

"Really?" Lucy asked, genuinely surprised. "Nothing?"

Ona chuckled, shaking her head again. "No, not really. I’m just not in the mood. I miss you too much."

Lucy’s voice softened, a bit seductive. "What if I’m there tomorrow?"

Ona’s smiled. "Then I want kisses and cuddles. Muchos besos."

Lucy smirked. "Mhm, you’ll get all the kisses and cuddles you want."

"And maybe more," Ona teased, her voice dropping just a little.

Lucy chuckled, trying to sound casual. "We’ll see."

Ona playfully rolled her eyes. "Now you’re acting like you’re not dying for it."

"I want to do whatever you want to do," Lucy replied.

Ona let out a dramatic sigh. "Sometimes you’re so sweet that it actually annoys me."

Lucy’s brow furrowed in confusion. "What?"

"It’s like a form of cuteness aggression," Ona explained like she was giving a lecture. "But like, sweetness agitation."

Lucy burst into laughter, shaking her head in disbelief. "You are something else."

"Is that why you love me?" Ona asked smiling mischievously, she loved asking Lucy this question because she always got an answer.

Lucy chuckled, her voice full of affection. "Mhm, I love you because of how your brain works, I love everything about you."

..

Ona hurried off the field, skipping the post-match rituals entirely. She tossed everything into her bag in a rush, taking just enough time to swap her boots for her regular shoes. Jogging to her car and driving off.

Her parking job was more crooked than usual, but she couldn’t have cared less. It was all worth it as she spotted Lucy’s shoes when she opened the front door.

Kicking her own shoes off hastily, Ona dropped her bag in the hallway and darted inside. The moment she saw Lucy lounging casually on the couch, the flood of emotion overwhelmed her. Sobbing, she threw herself into Lucy’s arms.

"Heyy," Lucy murmured softly, immediately wrapping her arms around Ona’s trembling frame. "It’s okay, bub. I’m right here."

Ona’s small body shook as she buried her tear-streaked face into the crook of Lucy’s neck. Her tears soaked Lucy’s skin, but Lucy didn’t mind. She gently rubbed Ona’s back, whispering comfort.

"Shh... it’s okay, honey. We’re together now."

Ona took a few deep breaths, inhaling the familiar scent she had missed so deeply. Her lips pressed a soft, tearful kiss to Lucy’s neck, lingering there for a moment. Lucy’s hold tightened around her, cradling her closer as she carefully sat them both up.

"You’re home early," Lucy chuckled lightly, pulling a few damp strands of hair from Ona’s flushed face. "Didn’t even shower at the club?"

Ona shook her head, not lifting her face from Lucy’s neck. She shifted, wrapping her legs around Lucy and clinging even tighter, as if afraid to let go. Lucy’s brow furrowed slightly in concern, this was different. She hadn’t seen Ona like this before. Ona had always been the positive one, encouraging Lucy, insisting she take the opportunity with Chelsea while she still could.

Lucy’s voice softened as she slipped her hands beneath Ona’s game-worn, sweat-soaked shirt. "I love you," she whispered, her touch gentle and reassuring. "How about we go for a shower, huh?"

Ona shook her head again, pressing herself further into Lucy’s embrace.

"I can join you," Lucy offered with a small, playful smile, hoping to lift Ona’s mood.

But Ona shook her head once more, her silent refusal a testament to how overwhelmed she was. Lucy’s heart clenched at the vulnerability in her usually strong, cheerful girlfriend.

"Can you even still talk?" Lucy teased softly, poking at Ona’s sides in an attempt to draw out even the smallest response.

"No," came a small, muffled voice, barely audible against Lucy’s skin.

Lucy turned her head slightly, pressing gentle kisses to the side of Ona’s head. One kiss, then another, until finally Ona lifted her tearful face to look at Lucy.

Lucy smiled tenderly, brushing her thumb across Ona’s cheek, her eyes filled with understanding. "I know, baby," Lucy whispered.

Ona sighed deeply, her hands finding their way to Lucy’s face. She traced her thumb along Lucy’s lips, as if memorizing the touch she had missed so much. Then, slowly, she leaned in, her lips softly capturing Lucy’s in a kiss. It was gentle, unhurried, filled with the longing of weeks apart, savoring the taste of the person she had craved for so long.

Lucy responded to the kiss with the same gentle, measured pace as Ona, their lips moving softly, carefully, like they were discovering each other all over again. It was almost like a first kiss. Though their actual first kiss had been anything but slow and delicate.

But this moment wasn’t about passion. It was about something deeper, something more intimate. Right now, Ona needed this. Maybe they both did. It was a chance to reconnect, to ground themselves in each other’s presence, to imprint the familiar taste and feel of one another into their minds, knowing it had to last until the next time they could be together again.

Lucy’s hand moved to cradle the back of Ona’s head, her thumb lightly tracing the curve of her neck. She kissed her as though this moment could mend all the days and nights they’d spent apart, hoping that somehow, it could.

As their lips parted, Ona rested her forehead against Lucy’s. Her breath a little uneven. The tension slowly ebbing away. Lucy kept her arms around her, brushing a stray tear from Ona’s cheek.

"You feel a little better now?" Lucy asked softly.

Ona nodded. "A little," she whispered.

Lucy kissed her forehead gently, then shifted slightly beneath her. "I think we both need a shower, though," she said with a small chuckle, the warmth of her touch still lingering on Ona’s skin.

Ona groaned, her head dropping onto Lucy’s shoulder as if just the thought of moving was already too much. "Nooo," she mumbled, her voice muffled against Lucy’s neck. "Don’t wanna move."

"Come on, baby," Lucy chuckled, her tone light and teasing. "You skipped your shower after the game and I’ve been traveling. We’re both a bit… stinky." She said, secretly more so revering to Ona.

Ona pouted, finally lifting her head to meet Lucy’s gaze. "But I just got you back."

Lucy smiled lovingly and brushed her fingers through Ona’s hair. "I’m not going anywhere, promise. We can shower together, okay?"

Ona hesitated, then reluctantly loosened her grip around Lucy. "Okay," she muttered, her lips forming into a reluctant smile.

Lucy kissed her again, brief but tender, before gently pulling her thighter against her so she could go stand. "Let’s go wash you off then, you dirty girl" she teased, holding Ona as she walked her towards the bathroom.

As they entered the bathroom, Lucy stood her girldfriend back on the ground. She reached into the shower and turned on the water, letting it heat up. Ona clung to Lucy’s side, still not ready to let go. Lucy smiled at her girlfriend’s neediness.

"Come here," Lucy said softly, pulling Ona into her arms. She kissed the top of her head, holding her close. "Let’s get you cleaned up, baby."

Ona let out a soft hum, her fingers lazily tracing circles on Lucy’s back. She felt safe here, in Lucy’s arms.

Slowly, Lucy reached for the hem of Ona’s shirt, gently tugging it upwards. She didn’t rush, didn’t push. Just a quiet, unspoken understanding between them as Ona let her pull the sweat-soaked fabric over her head before tossing it aside.

Ona sighed, her body relaxing as Lucy’s hands moved over her bare skin, the cool air of the bathroom a contrast to the warmth that lingered between them.

"Better?" Lucy asked, her voice low and soothing, as she kissed Ona’s shoulder, her fingers brushing the waistband of her shorts.

Ona nodded, leaning into the touch. Her hands found Lucy’s shirt, and with the same quiet reverence, she helped Lucy lift it over her head, revealing the toned muscles that had become so familiar to her. Lucy shivered slightly as Ona’s fingers brushed her skin, her lips curving into a smile.

"Your turn," Ona whispered, her voice barely audible, her eyes flicking up to meet Lucy’s.

Lucy grinned, helping Ona take off the sportsbra. She knew Ona always dreaded to take the tight fabric off of her, especially when it was drained with sweat and annoyingly stuck to her skin.

As each layer of clothing fell away, Ona got more and more peacefull. An unspoken barrier breaking down with every touch, every glance they shared.

When they were both down to nothing but skin, Lucy took Ona’s hand and gently guided her into the shower, the hot water cascading over them. The warmth surounded them both, and Lucy smiled as Ona stepped back into her arms.

"You good?" Lucy asked, her voice soft as she kissed the top of Ona’s head.

"Mhm," Ona hummed, her body finally relaxing into Lucy’s. ''Better''.

They stood there for a while, letting the water wash away the sweat, the tears and the time spent apart. There was no rush.

Lucy moved slowly, tenderly, as she had taken some soap on her hands, her fingers tracing over Ona’s skin with even more care then she usually already had.

"Missed this," Ona murmured, her eyes closing as Lucy’s hands moved across her back.

"Me too," Lucy whispered back, her voice thick with emotion.

For a while, they said nothing, the only sounds filling the room were the steady stream of water and their quiet breaths. Lucy gently washed Ona’s body, her hands moving slowly, deliberately, like she wanted to memorize every inch of her all over again.

When it was Ona’s turn, she took just as much care, her fingers trailing softly over Lucy’s arms, her shoulders, her chest. There was something sacred about this moment. Like they were rebuilding something that distance had tried to take away.

After what felt like an eternity standing together beneath the stream of warm water, their bodies still entwined, Lucy leaned down, her lips brushing against Ona’s forehead in a soft, tender kiss.

Her movements were unhurried as she let her lips linger before trailing down to place a small peck on the tip of Ona’s nose. Ona smiled at the gentle touch, her eyes fluttering closed, surrendering to the intimacy. Lucy continued her slow, affectionate journey, planting soft kisses around Ona’s face.

Finally, Lucy’s lips hovered millimeters away from Ona’s, the space between them so small it felt electric. She paused, her breath mixing with Ona’s as she whispered, "I love you."

Then, softly, she closed the gap, capturing Ona’s lips in a kiss.

"You feel better now?" Lucy asked breaking away from their kiss after a few moments, brushing a strand of wet hair out of Ona’s face.

"Yeah," Ona whispered, her voice barely audible, but smiling genuinly. "Much better."

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Thanks to @pinkygirl28 :) she helped me with the ending

[femd-archive]

HIII omg I love your sub satan fic it's so hot 😩 do you accept a request for sub Lucifer who loves being praised?? With Fem reader as well🙏

sorry for taking too long to reply! i've been busy with collage and so, but here it is!

PRETTY BOY

pairing: obey me! shall we date? — lucifer x fem!reader

word count: 1.2k

content warning: praise kink | masturbation | slight chest-play | unconscious use of pact mark | lots of kisses lol | lucifer is whipped for mc

📎 side note: english is not my first language, so sorry in advance for any grammar mistakes.

The only thing praises do to Lucifer is fulfill his ego. Makes him act more gracious that he already is as he gives a simple smirk as a response.

But your praise? His cheeks grow red before he even realize, his body starts to tremble and grows hot. «When did he start acting this way because of a human?» He asks himself everytime, but he already knows the answer, and it's because it's you.

Lucifer lets out a sigh as he puts the last archieve of the day in the pile with the others. You look up from your book, smiling as you see him relax back in his chair.

"Are you done?" standing up from the couch, you ask as you walk over to him.

"Yeah, finally" he answers with another sigh as one of his hands starts to undo his tie.

Without even asking ᅳbecause it wasn't necessaryᅳ you take a seat on Lucifer's lap, wrapping your arms around his neck as you leaves a kiss on his cheek, close to his lips.

"Good job, Luci. I'm proud of you and your hard work" you coo softly as you start combing his soft hair with your hands.

His face stays unreadable for a few seconds, before it melts into a soft scowl as he moves to hide in the crock of your neck

"Please love, don't do that" he whispers, yet, with his arms, he pulls you closer to him as to indulge you to keep caressing him.

"Don't do what?" you ask between giggles.

"Saying those sweet words to me" he simply answers, his thumb starting little ministrations in the skin of your hip.

"Why? You deserve to know that you're doing great" you left another kiss on your boyfriend's forehead. "If you need reassurance I'll remind you everyday"

Lucifer stays quiet for a few seconds before speaking again from his hiding spot. "Actually, I think that's gonna make it hard"

You frown. "Make what hard?" you ask, genuinly confused. You move around, trying to pull him away to face you, but in the motion you feel what's hard.

His hard dick pokes the side of your thigh as he thightens the grip of his arms around you, still hiding his embarrassed face from you.

"Luci…did you get hard because of my praise?" you ask, stating the obvious. He didn't need to answer verbally, since his silence already did it for you. You laugh again, embracing him back. "Aww, Luci ~ that's so cute" you coo.

"It's embarrassing" he mutters, pulling away just as much so he can rest his cheek on your chest.

"Well, I think is the cutest thing ever" you leave a kiss on his head. "You're the cutest" you add.

Lucifer slowly pulls apart from you, looking up with cute teary eyes and blushing cheeks. He pouts his lips a little, and you know that's a sing that he wants a kiss.

Taking his face in between your hands, you push your lips against his on a soft kiss. At least, that's how it started. With every second passing by, Lucifer grows more needy and by his state of lust he can't even think of hidding it.

His gloved hands run all over you body, yet doesn't make any further moves, waiting for you to give the first step.

Pulling apart, you say the next words as if you read his mind. "Want me to help you out with your little problem, pretty boy?" you ask as you take his gloves out, followed by his tie.

"Please…" he whispers, black eyes following suit your every move.

"Good boy" you whisper, leaving another kiss on his cheek as your hand travels from his chest to the bulge in his pants.

He hisses softly as you caress his swollen cock over his dressing pants, looking up at you in hopes he gets another kiss. He's not that lucky, since you're busy teasing him where he's more vulnerable now.

"Such a hardworking man, always busy to even take care of himself" you coo softly as you undo his belt, followed by the buttons and the zipper.

Moving his underwear a little, his hard dick finally gets freed, making him gasp at the cold air. "Look at that, all pent up. Poor baby" you whisper, starting to caress him slowly.

Lucifer rests his head on your shoulder as you keep your ministrations slow, moving your hand along his length. He grews impatient, though does nothing about it since he wants to be your good boy.

"Do you always wait for me to take care of you, baby? Bacause you're too tired to do it yourself?" you ask softly, resting your cheek upong his head, your free hand caressing his cheek lovingly.

"Yes…want you to touch me. I love your touch" he whispers back, closing his eyes as he melts in your hands.

"Yeah baby, I know you do" you leave another kiss on his forehead as you start picking your pace. The Avatar of Pride throws his head back, moaning softly as his precum quickly becomes some kind of lube that makes the job easier.

Lucifer's office quickly fills with the wet squelching sounds of his cock and his soft moans that he tries so hard to muffle.

"Keep making those sounds baby. I love how you sound for me" leaving another kiss on his cheek, you chuckle at his embarrassed face and his attempts to hide his moans. "Come on baby, be the good boy you are for me and tell me how good I'm making you feel" besides your praises, your soft command affects his pact mark, and he speaks before he can even think about it.

"You make me feel so good, my love…I've never felt this good in decades. O-only you can make me feel this way" he confesses non-stop.

"Yeah? Only me?" you whisper.

"Only you" he whispers back.

You attack his lips again, finally picking a rather fast pace as your free hands moves under his shirt and starts toying with his chest.

His moans dies on your lips as he pathetically humps your fist, trying to get even more friction that you're giving him, feeling the pleasure in his low stomach as he's about to cum.

"Please darling…" he whines, erratic breathing because of the kiss. "Can I cum? Please, please…" he begs again and again, and you wish anybody could see Lucifer Morningstar in this state, but that's a sight for your eyes only.

"Go ahead love, make a mess for me" you allow along a kiss to his nose.

He spruts ropes of thick cum as you keep whispering in his ear how good he is for you and how well he takes it, making him shout even more embarrassing moans as he hugs you closer, feeling his legs starting to shake.

You stroke him through it until he's finally done, slowly taking away your cum covered hand to hug him back as he calms down.

"Are you okay?" you ask once you notice he's breathing normally again.

"Yeah…" he replies softly, still lightheaded after that strong orgasm.

"Do you want to take a shower and go to sleep, pretty boy?" you question once again as you kiss his forehead lovingly. He looks up at you with tired eyes and a soft smile.

"Yes please"

"Good boy ~"

[l3viat8an]

Nsfw content MDNI

Ofc me being me, I can’t work on the idea I want to but I can write a random idea that popped into my head!- anyways some Lucifer content because why not ;) CW: Me just typing words and hoping they make sense tbh- Pillow humping, Lucifer really, misses you and he’s a little jealous~

This is stupid.

You’ve only been gone 2 days, 2 measly days! He’s been on longer trips away from you and never felt this….needy.

Lucifer’s thinks it’s pathetic the way he’s feeling, but he hugs your pillow tighter, burying his nose a little deeper and breathing in your scent.

What’s worse is the reason why he’s missing you and wishes he could touch you.

You sent him a photo this morning, nothing risky or even suggested! Just a quick mirror selfie in the bathroom at the hotel, where you and Satan were staying.

Oh yea, Satan was with you! Diavolo had insisted the two of you go on a short trip to the human world and acquire new rare books for the RAD library. Lucifer had objected saying he could accompany you instead, but Diavolo shot him down. Saying it was more fitting for Satan to go and how Lucifer’s work plate didn’t need another thing added. You had frowned a little, but ultimately agreed with Diavolo. If you and Satan could do the job and not make more work for Lucifer that had to be the better option! Right?-

But back to the photo!- It was you, bleary-eyed and messy bed head, smiling into the mirror, you sent him the pic followed by a quick ‘Good morning, Luci <3’ text. It made his heart melt and cheeks flush a bit. Lucifer always loved how you looked first thing in the morning, so cute and still half asleep until you’ve had coffee and breakfast.

But that wasn’t what had set Lucifer off. What had really got to Lucifer was Satan, standing behind you in the bathroom doorway his hair still messy and holding a cup of coffee out to you.

Lucifer knew it was stupid but the thought ‘It’s not fair.’ Won’t leave his mind. It’s not, after all. Satan is with you in the human world, apparently sharing a hotel room, getting to see that soft look on your face first thing in the morning and Lucifer is down here in literal hell hugging a pillow wishing it was you.

What’s even worse then all of that is how thoughts of you, in his bed with him won’t leave his mind.

You should be here, he should have his arms wrapped around you and be able to touch and kiss you, just because he feels like it.

But you’re not and he can’t. It’s so frustrating, all these thoughts mixed with the unusual feeling of jealousy fill his mind, he wants to clam you, take you, mark you.

And he can’t do any of it because you’re not there……but your pillow is….and maybe….

Lucifer sits up in bed, still holding your pillow, “No.” he says aloud as if that’ll clear the thoughts from his mind.

He’s not some hopeless virgin, he’s the avatar of pride! and he’s not about to fuck a pillow because he’s lonely……is he?

He sets the pillow in his lap looking down at it, as if the pillow did something wrong.

As he looks at the pillow memories of your face, head on it, eyes teary and cheeks flushed red as he fucks you float through his mind or when he has you on your stomach, biting the pillow to muffle your moans. “Fuck.” Lucifer breaths memories of your nights together filling his mind.

In the end his body decides for him. Grabbing the pillow, Lucifer stands up, setting the pillow in roughly the same position your ass would be if he bent you over his bed. Sliding his pants and boxers down, enough to free his hard cock and seeing the pre-cum beading at the tip and Lucifer mumbles “Pathetic.” He’s better then this……but you’re his weakness… experimentally, he holds your pillow still and ruts against it.

The material is a soft enough, Lucifer ruts his hips a few more times, letting out soft moans. If he keeps his eyes closed he can imagine it’s you, just like that time you teased him with red silk lingerie~

Ahhh~ more thoughts of you, naked and underneath him, begging for more, for whatever pleasure he’d give you. Lucifer opens his eyes hoping to see your face and is met with reality. He’s still alone, it’s just your pillow, just your scent in the room with him.

His hips speed up and a sound that can only be described as a whine of your name leaves his lips followed by, “Stupid and not fair……” he pulls away from the pillow and pumps his cock in hand, rubbing his thumb over the tip and groaning. It’s still pleasure and feels good but it’s not as good as you!

He grips the pillow again, rutting into it much faster then before, properly chasing his high now, Lucifer closes his eyes picturing you, just you. “Miss you, miss you so much.” Lucifer pants as he cums all over you pillow.

He stands there for a moment, coming down from his temporary high and hears his DDD chime. Sighing Lucifer reaches for his phone it’s a texts from you ‘Miss you. Goodnight 😘’ a small smile on his lips Lucifer texts back ‘Miss you too, goodnight, Darling and sweet dreams.’

[sweetkiitsunez]

❞ 𝐀𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 - synopsis: Lucifer was distracted by his work since he wants to hear your cries ! ♡

❞ warning: nsfw content (18+) + f!sub (afab!reader) + dom!Lucifer + praising + rough sex and fingering + office sex + dacryphilia + overestimated + another round at end + public sex + nipple play

author note: hellooo~!! I apologies for the lack of posting bcs spring semester is getting a bit overwhelming for me <3 anways sorry for the lack of writing and english ♡

"c-careful..." you softly whimper. sitting on Lucifer's lap in his office at Paradise Lost. your thighs are trembling feeling his sharp black nails rubbing the lips of your pussy up and down. You are more grateful that the hospital is slowly getting busy as doctors and nurses are foucsing on their patients, healing them, execpt for lucifer...

"don't worry, I won't hurt you..." he whispers to you softly. he is trying to be gentle with you with his sharps nails, but also rough.

your panties was scattered on the floor since you decided to "test" him. how bold of you for stripping your panties in front of the fallen angel himself. he is difficult to get hard or flustered. he knows what you were doing since he decided to teach you a lesson by not distracting him. you sat on his laps as your back was laying on his chest.

Lucifer's uses his four fingers as he rubs the lips of your pussy. it feels good... you wanted more. "m...more... luci..." you softly beg him. he is picking up the speed as he rubs your pussy side by side then up and down causes your back arches, but luci held you close to him. you bit the bottom of your lip to not make any noises.

"Mhm...! ...A-Ah!" you let out a muffled moan. your eyes rolls back your skull, but you could feel your bottom lip about to bleed. curling your toes and your head is resting on between luci's neck and shoulder. lui is groping your breasts as he twisting and flickering your nipples.

"I'm gonna put my fingers in..." he whispers to you. your mind is a bit foggy, until you feel him inserting his one finger into your hole and then another fingers. Inserting his two fingers inside your hole causes you to tear up and biting your bottom lip harder making it bleed.

"don't scream unless you want to caught..." he whispers in your ears as his two fingers rubbing your insides, slowly pulling out and then back in. this is too much for you, but it feels so good... you don't want him to stop. you feel tears rolling down your cheeks. luci was fast enough to notice it as he grabbed your face. his sharp nails is piercing through your squishy teary cheeks. his venomous eyes staring at your teary eyes. he leans in as he licks your salty tears. you could feel luci is getting turned on right now. his dick is growing from his crotch. you could feel his clothed dick brushing against your bums.

luci wouldn't forget about you as he is fingering you deeper and deeper hitting your g-spot. his thumb massaging your clit causes you cry and moans more.

"I... I... ah! w-wanna come...! luci p-please... ngh... ah...!" you cried pleading him to let you come.

"come my love... come on my fingers..." he kisses your eyelids as he went back licking and tasting your salty tears.

your hands are grabbing onto luci's rolled up sleeves. you are panting and crying as your legs are twitching from this good pleasure. you love his long fingers deep inside your hole. it's hurts since his fingers are stretching your walls. luci is still piercing your teary cheeks as his eyes are still on you. he is in love with your teary eyes and cries. he knows that he is making you feel good.

you couldn't take it anymore as you feel luci's fingers is pressing your g-spot and massaging your clit in circles around and around. eventually, you let out loud cries as you squirt on luci's fingers completely coming and cover his fingers in your fluids.

"ah...ha..." you panted as you lean on his chest, but you could feel luci's fingers pulled away from your hole as your thighs is twitching from the pleasure and covered in your fluids. tears fell from your cheeks, but sudden you feel luci grabbed your face again as his eyes is looking at yours.

"we're not done yet, love..." he said. you feel his crotch raising from his pants.

"one more round, love... your tears are delicious... i wanna mess you up badly..."

after seeing your tears again rolling down your cheeks. he wants to mess you again. ♡

[samkerrworshipper]

Please could you do an imagine with Lucy bronze where the reader is also on the England team and gets injured during a game and Lucy is basically just being really cute and fluffy as well as a little protective 🥰

AHHH

I loved this request sm so here you go!

i feel like this could be followed up with a part 2 to expand on the reader and lucy’s relationship so lmk if you want to see that! also please feel free to keep sending in requests god knows i need inspo rn lol

A shoulder to cry on

Lucy Bronze x Reader

fluff, lil bit of angst, injury, graphic injury, pain, hurt/comfort, 3200 words

blurb: when lucy’s girlfriend goes down in a match how does she deal with it and how does lucy look react

I was too busy watching the ball flying towards goal to see the body flying at me. Too busy focusing on the Australian goalkeeper to acknowledge the knees slowly sliding under my own feet. Too busy focusing on getting my team a goal to give us a chance to stop myself from being floored by the Australian whirlwind, Ellie Carpenter. I went head first into the turf, my body flopping down onto the grass with my head dug into the dirt. My ears were ringing and I was a groaning mess. My whole body hurt and I couldn’t even muster the energy to turn over to access the damage that had been inflicted. All I could feel was gut wrenching pain, from my feet all the way to my hip.

When I was finally turned over I was met with the sight of Ellie and Steph Catley, two Australians that I didn’t want to see right now. I was a screaming, shaking, crying mess. Both women were very clearly taken aback by my emotion. The stadium was a ruckus, and as my teary eyes flashed up I saw my goal being replayed on the big screen, a goal. At least that was something, I’d done something to help us claw our way back. We were 100 days off from the World Cup start though, 100 days. Judging by the amount of pain I was in though that was nowhere near enough time.

As a professional athlete there is always the background fear that you are going to get injured. An overwhelming worry constantly in the back of your head that maybe this time it is going to be your last, maybe the next time you step on the field it might be the last time in a while. As you become a professional, as you start playing for your nation you learn to silence that part of your brain, you can’t afford to live in fear that you are going to get hurt. But watching teammates, friends, people you love get hurt, reinstalls that part of your brain, makes you wonder if maybe you are next, maybe next time it’ll be your turn. That fear though, it’s nothing in comparison to actually getting hurt, nothing in comparison to realising maybe this time it actually is your last.

That was all I could think about as the two Australian women tried to talk to me, tried to communicate with me. The first one of my teammates to rush over was Leah, who shoved both Australians away before crouching down beside me.

“Hey y/n, take a deep breath, the medics are about to get here, you don’t need to worry.”

Leah’s words were like a breath of fresh air, a break from the constant ringing in my ears.

“L-ucy, need Lucy.”

Leah nodded at me, smiling down at my face and nodding. Her hand made it’s way down to my face and wiped away the tears that were falling.

“She’s on her way angel, just stay patient for me, she’s making her way over, just take those deep breaths.”

“Hurts, hurts so fucking bad.”

Leah nodded at me, I watched her eyes creep down my body to my legs and that was how I knew it was bad, because not even Leah could avoid looking.

“I know, I know angel, I am so sorry that I can’t do anything about that. Just keep taking those deep breaths for me.”

I couldn’t help but continue to sob as I waited for someone, anyone to give me some kind of relief. All I could feel was pain and it was clear in Leah’s mannerisms that she didn’t really know how to help me, how was she supposed to help me?

“Y/n, listen to me, take a deep breath, I know you are in pain, the medics are getting here as fast as they can so you just need to take some deep breaths.”

It didn’t help that we were positioned on the opposite side of the field that the medics would be on and it was also a problem that if the umpire hadn’t blown her whistle they wouldn’t be allowed on.

“How bad is it?”

The words left my mouth in between sobs and breaths. Leah clearly didn’t know what to say, she clearly didn’t want to worry me any more but Leah wasn’t a good liar and she had a shit poker face.

“Don’t worry about that, keep your eyes on me. It’s just me and you, kiddo.”

Leah had taken me under her wing long ago, she treated me like her little sister.

I watched her eyes flash up in a panic and before I knew it she was jumping off of her feet and rushing off in the direction behind my head. I couldn’t help but turn my head to watch where she was going. I was still a little bit spaced out so it took me a few seconds to spot her out but once I did I found her rushing towards Ellie, who was sitting a few metres behind me. I couldn’t figure out why she was rushing over until I spotted Lucy approaching, running towards her, a look of absolute anger on her face. Leah was trying to get to her before Lucy inevitably got to Ellie. I watched it unfold as Lucy just made it to Ellie before Leah did, yanking her up by under her armpits.

I didn’t get to see much more, my head was pulled back to being flat on the turf by Millie and Sam Kerr, my ex-teammates from Chelsea.

“Hey y/n/n, the medics are just about to get here, it’s going to be alright.”

Millie’s tone of voice was similar to that of Leah’s, calm, patient, the voice of a captain.

“I need Lucy.”

Lucy was my other half. The love of my life, my everything. I wanted her, I wanted her to be there to hold my hand and to tell me that everything was going to be fine, even if it wasn’t.

“I know, Leah’s sorting her out, she’ll be here in a minute.”

Lucy was insanely protective over me, to a concerning degree. In the past year I’d made the decision to move to Barca, to be with her and it had been great but something I’d learnt from playing alongside her regularly was that she was a little bit too protective over the people she loved. A defender did so much as foul me on the pitch and she did everything in her power to seek some sort of revenge whether it was in the form of physically hurting them or doing anything in her power to get to them.

“I need her Mil, please.”

Millie nodded at me and then looked at Sam, I was in fucking shambles.

“I’ll go get her okay, feel better kid.”

Sam patted me gently on the shoulder before leaving just me and Millie. I was still lying on the pitch, fighting back more tears as I looked up into the sky and just prayed for this to all be over, for the pain to subside and for everything to just dissipate.

The medics were the next people to make it over to us, accompanied by Sarina and our trainer. The game had obviously been stopped for me so they seemed to be in a rush to get me off, with my goal we had a shot at winning now.

“Hi Ms y/l/n, how are you feeling?”

“In pain.”

My answer was flat and the medic let out an empty laugh at my reply.

“Okay, on a scale of 1-10 where would you put yourself at?”

“A 6.”

Sarina snorted at my reply, she knew that I had a high threshold for pain, I’d met her originally when I was playing as a rookie for Chelsea, she’d been the Netherlands coach at time and the coach for a professional team in the Netherlands which she’d tried to recruit me for but I’d turned her down. I’d never have guessed a few years later she would be coaching me on a National level.

“That means its a nine.”

I glared at Sarina, she knew me a little bit too well.

“Okay, this is a penthrox whistle, it should administer immediate pain relief, enough that we should be able to get you on the stretcher and off the pitch.”

I looked at Millie, then at Sarina, then at the Medic, immediately shaking my head.

“I’m walking off.”

All of their faces told me that I was missing something.

“I can’t allow you to do that.”

In all of the chaos, all of the emergence, I hadn’t had the opportunity to even look at the source of my pain.

Before I could say anything more Lucy was crouching down beside my head and I couldn’t have been more grateful to see her. Her hand slid into mine and just her face, her smile, it was enough to make me feel like I wasn’t fighting a fucking battle.

“Luce, can you please tell them to let me walk off the pitch, just let me have that.”

I was fighting back tears and I could tell that Lucy was fighting an internal battle. Her eyes flashed down to my legs and then back to my face and just the split second gasp was enough to tell me that it was bad, really bad. Her hand fell to my face and that was how I knew it was not good and that was when I started sobbing again.

“How bad is it? Stop beating around the bush just tell me.”

All of the people above me looked between each other before the medic spoke,

“Your knee is dislocated, you’ve got some deep lacerations and stud marks in your shins and a piece of your tibia is sticking out of one of them. You are bleeding a lot, we need to get you off the field and to hospital, take the green whistle and we’ll get you off the field as soon as possible.”

Those words hurt, a lot, more than the injury itself. I nodded to the medic, I wasn’t walking off the field with that list of injuries, I was surprised I was still conscious with that comprise of injuries.

“Baby, just take the pain meds, you're in enough pain.”

Lucy’s voice, her convincing was probably the only thing that made me nod my head and let them pass me the inhaler. I got straight to inhaling it, and within the first ten or so inhalation I felt the pain relief start to kick in. It was good, it made me feel almost ten times better. Lucy was there the whole time, whispering sweet nothings into my ear as they medic attended to my legs and Sarina wrapped a blanket around my shivering upper half.

It was about five minutes before I was floating on a pain free drug induced cloud. When that happened they started to transfer me to the stretcher, with the help of Sarina, Lucy, Millie, Leah and the two medics. It was a touchy process, they were very clearly trying to keep the movement of my leg limited. The actual movement of getting me onto the stretcher had me screaming, pain relief or not it hurt insanely and I knew at that moment that my World Cup dreams were pretty much over. I cried the whole way to the ambulance. Lucy and my teammates had to desert me once I made it over to the sideline so they could finish off the game, eventually, along the way I passed out from the mixture of drugs and blood loss, something I was grateful for.

When I started to stir I had a headache but I felt warm. It took me a few seconds before I cracked my eyes, it was dark outside, my room was dark. But not so dark that I couldn’t make out everything around me, the lights from the hallway and machines giving me a steady source of light. The first thing that I saw was that a big percentage of the Lionesses were piled into the room, Georgia, Leah and Keira and piled onto a pull out sofa, Rachel, Millie and Mary sharing the spare cot beside me and a few of the other girls scattered in seats across the room. It was cute, looking at all of my teammates who were clearly gassed from the game but still here. Sarina and Lucy were slumped in the seats immediately to my side. Just as I let my eyes float over to Lucy her own blueish eyes tiredly connecting with my own. A tight lipped smile made its way to her mouth as she acknowledged me.

“Hey baby.”

Her voice was hushed, it was clear she was trying her hardest not to awaken any of our teammates. As she blinked away the sleep she slipped her glasses over her face, locking her eyes properly with me once the frames were slipped over her eyes. Her voice was enough to put more tears in my eyes, I was pretty sure I’d cried enough tears for about six people.

She stood up quietly, letting her hand fall to my face, gently rubbing a circle against my cheek. It was enough to have my lip trembling and my eyes darting across the room. Before I knew it I was a pleading staggering mess.

“Why me? Why now?”

Lucy’s facial expression just broke into a frown and I could feel her worrying from a few centimetres away from me. Before she said anything she pressed her lips to my forehead. I sobbed into her, not really worried about waking up any of our companions.

“I know sweetheart, I know, it’s okay, I’m going to be here for you every step of the way.”

My breaths came out in hiccups and the hospital gown I was in clung to my body with the sweat that I was producing from working myself up.

“How bad is it, did we win?”

My words came out in pieces, it sounded like my Spanish, which was very rough and not very consistent.

“No, but don’t worry about that. They relocated your knee, you had to have surgery on your leg but it’s just a metal plate and some stitches for the lacerations from Carpenter’s boot.”

I honestly felt bad for the Australian defender, she’d had it bad enough with the press for the last while, let alone getting someone else’s blood all over their cleats.

“So my world cup dream is over.”

Lucy let the words hang in the air for a few seconds, it solidified the words in the room.

“Hey, not necessarily. The doctor said that the surgery went really well, that the fracture was pretty minor and that he expects a speedy recovery. You could be back running in 4-6 weeks.”

Even Lucy didn’t sound that optimistic, it was clear she was trying her hardest but she was struggling.

“My fitness will be shot, 4-6 weeks off the pitch pre world cup practically guarantees my spot gone, even if I’m running, in what world would Sarina take the chance of putting me on the pitch.”

Lucy’s brow furrowed, it was hard to catch in the dim light but I managed to with my eyes adjusting to the darkness.

“I won’t have anyone putting my girl down, especially not you. You will be fine. I can’t promise you that you will make it back on the pitch, you will make it to Australia, if it’s the right fit. Maybe it won’t be, maybe that’s fate and I know that’s shit to accept, shit to get the short straw and I am so sorry that you are in that position. If I could switch with you I would. I would do anything for you and you know that, I’ll be here for you everyday, I will give up anything to make this easier for you, I can promise you that. I can promise that I’m here to be whatever you need. You need a shoulder to cry on? I’ve got two. You need someone to listen? I’ve got two working ears and great advice if you want it. You need someone to just be here for you? I will sit with you for as long as you need.”

Lucy’s words hit home for me. She had always been willing to do anything for me, she’d walk to the ends of the earth to do anything for me, she’d made that clear from when we’d first met. I’d been apprehensive from the beginning but she’d fought and fought until I’d given into her and when I had I’d fallen head over heels in love with the woman.

I moved myself over in the bed and patted down next to the space I’d left open beside me. Luc seemed apprehensive to begin with, her eyes darting between my leg and my eyes.

“Please, I just want my girlfriend to hug me, can I have that?”

Lucy bit her lip, she was clearly a little bit nervous about the idea but her slumped shoulders and tired eyes were enough to tell me that she was tired and just as needy as I was. Neither of us slept well without the other, on the rare occasion that we were separated we both struggled with the loss of contact.

“I’m not sure y/n/n, I don’t want to hurt your leg.”

She was so cute when she was nervous, her voice a nervous murmur. I put her worry to rest fairly quickly though, the pain meds were running through my veins and I was equally as tired.

“Luce, my bad leg is on the other side, I just need some contact, I need to feel loved and comfortable and this hospital bed is making that hard, so please, just hug your girlfriend.”

Lucy sighed and nodded at me, she couldn’t deny me, ever, I had her wrapped around my little finger.

“Alright, how about I slide behind you and you can rest against me?”

It took a little bit of push and shove and some wincing and pain on my side but eventually we got Lucy situated behind me, up against the pillows. I was resting comfortably against her chest and stomach, my head resting in her neck. It was everything I’d needed to make me feel a little bit better and once we’d both gotten settled I smiled up at her gratefully. She pressed her lips to my forehead, I swore that I could feel the compassion behind it but maybe that was the morphine speaking.

“I love you.”

She’d smiled down in that goofy way that she did when I gave her a compliment. Lucy was a goofball, it was one of the things that I loved about her. She was always laughing and making people around her laugh, she was just full of good energy and it made me a better person.

“I love you too, my love, always, get some rest. It’s all going to be okay.”

[housesunstone]

I’m not a Lucy Kipperlilly shipper but I’ve been thinking of after when Kipperlilly doesn’t come back and there is a funeral. Most people don’t show up, Kipperlilly’s parents debate even having a public funeral, but it happens there are some people who scuff at the funeral, others outright ignore it. It’s Lucy who says they should go, get closer mourn their friend. Ivy is the first to say no. No one pressed why Ivy says no. Oisin is the second. He says that he’s not ready, Jawbone just got him to really open up about what happened and he’s not ready to face her yet, face her death yet. Marry Ann doesn’t answer. Ruben however agrees. When Lucy asks why Ruben doesn’t answer, because he doesn’t want to hurt Lucy with the truth. He’s not going for himself he’s going for Lucy.

Besides Lucy and Ruben there is a handful of people there. Kipperlilly’s teary eyed parents in between sobs trying to figure out what they did wrong, why their once happy little girl turned so angry at the world. Why isn’t she coming back. There is Jawbone he refuses to look any one in the eye. He spends too long looking in the casket speaking to her but no one says anything about it. Riz is there only for a moment he makes his peace with her then leaves. Even though Lucy was hurt by Kipperlilly she can’t understand why no one else bothered to show up.

The grave side service is even more quiet. Ruben hangs back not wanting to go near the grave as it reminds him too much of what they did to Lucy. Kipperlilly’s parents have stopped crying at this point but look like they’re barely holding it together. They leave after the casket is buried.

That leaves Lucy. There alone. A very opposite feeling to when it was Lucy’s dead body almost a year ago. At first Lucy welcomes the quiet, but then it’s too quite. Her mind starts over thinking, why did Kipperlilly hurt her, why was she okay with murdering her. She loved Kipperlilly why did she do that to her. Why didn’t she get a chance to come back.

Lucy doesn’t realize that she is screaming at a fresh grave until Ruben is trying to pull her away. She didn’t realize how angry she was that Kipperlilly didn’t come back until she felt the hot angry tears on her cheeks. Lucy didn’t realize how much she loved kipperlilly until she wasn’t coming back.