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gamergirl929 · 4 months

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Hate Me, Hate Me (Chase Me, Chase Me) (Alex Morgan x Reader)

Anonymous Request: For the alex morgan fic can i request for the gp!reader where hate sex!!! like on pitch alex are pushing reader n they became fucking mad n just wreck alex of the pitch...

I changed the plot a tad, because I think hooking up on the pitch MAY be noticed.

So, this is a something new for me, so I decided to give it a try, consent is 100% in this fic, I'm not into writing anything like that. Reader is G!P, and needless to say, multiple warnings for smut, and cheating, this is basically porn with a bit of plot, if you squint, so PLEASE let me know what you think, this is something new for me and I'm a bit nervous, so please be gentle.

Your nostrils flared as you shot the San Diego Captain, Alex Morgan a vicious glare, the woman glaring back.

Ever since you were drafted from the North Carolina Courage to the San Diego Wave, you’d done nothing but, butt heads with the forward, the woman seemingly on your ass more than she was any of your teammates.

“Listen, I don’t know how they do it over at NCC, but here, I’m your captain, and I dictate play.” She bites, turning her back on you and moving to the practice field’s sidelines.

Unfortunately for you, you were the only ones on the field, the rest of your teammates at home by now, whereas you were forced to stay back by Casey Stoney at the request of Alex Morgan.

“Obviously, NCC dictated play better, maybe it was because they didn’t have you as captain.” You snarl, her blue orbs icy as she turns towards you.

“I’m a better captain than ANYONE in the NWSL, especially O’Sullivan.”

You scoff as she marches over to the bench and hastily grabs her things.

“What’s wrong Morgan? Can’t take the heat?” You growl as you follow quickly after her, Alex marching towards the parking lot.

“No, I just can’t stand seeing your face any longer.” She snarls as she makes her way towards her car, slamming the door loudly the second she’s inside.

You shake your head angrily, your arms crossed across your chest.

“Bitch.”

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The following weeks are much of the same, Alex Morgan demanding you stay behind after practice, to practice solely with you, and getting on your nerves each and every single time.

“Why is it that you think I need to stay behind every practice?” You bite, Alex’s eyes narrowing.

“Because you need more practice, NCC is small fry compared to The Wave.”

You roll your eyes.

“You’ve been here what? Three years?” You snort. “NCC has been here for seven.”

Alex drops the black and white ball she was holding in her hands to the turf before marching towards you.

“NCC drafted you, remember?” She bites and you roll your eyes.

If there was one thing you hadn’t expected when you joined the San Diego Wave, it was for Alex Morgan to loathe you as she did.

You’d heard nothing but good things about the forward, but seemingly, none of those things were true.

She’d been nothing but cold, and hateful towards you, since the moment you met, as if she hated you more than anything in the world.

“Yeah, I just don’t know why they drafted me HERE of all place.” You growl, the forward snorting.

“Maybe they just didn’t want you around anymore?” She snarls and you laugh.

“It’s funny, I heard SOOOOOO many good things about you before I got here, looks like it was all nothing but bullshit.”

Alex smirks, taking a step closer to you.

“No, it isn’t, if you weren’t so infuriating, maybe we’d get along.”

Your eyes narrowed as you stomped towards the bench, sending Alex Morgan one final glare over your shoulder before snorting.

“As if.”

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Alex Morgan was getting on your every nerve, the sight of the woman making your snarl.

You wouldn’t lie, the woman was INCREDIBLY attractive, just because you hated her guts didn’t mean you were blind.

It was soon after, that you found yourself lusting for her, despite the way she treated you, you couldn’t help to think what it would be like to have her pinned beneath you, to have that power over her, with her consent of course.

But you knew that would never happen, she was with Servando Carrasco, still though you couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to have that power, to have her at your mercy.

“Hey!” You jump, your eyes locking with Alex Morgan’s cold blues.

“What?” You growl, the woman rolling her eyes.

“We’re running drills.” She nods her head towards the remainder of the team who are lining up, a sigh leaving you as you make your way passed her, your shoulder bumping hers.

“Watch it.” She says, her teeth bared and you smirk.

“What are you going to do about it Morgan?” You ask, the woman’s blue orbs raking down your front, pausing on the apex of your thighs before her eyes meet yours.

She huffs, pushing her way passed you, joining your teammates, your brows furrowing as your eyes drop to the bulge in your shorts.

It was no secret to literally anyone that you were intersex, almost everyone in the NWSL accepting you for who you were, but it looked like, there was one person who didn’t and that was Alex Morgan.

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No matter how much you infuriated her, the feelings she had for you never dissipated, the thought of shoving you into a back room at the practice center and riding you senselessly creeping into the back of her mind.

She was married, she shouldn’t be feeling the way she was, but every time you smirked, or challenged her, she got embarrassingly aroused, and she couldn’t do anything about it.

Sex with Servando in no way lessened her want for you, something she, OF COURSE, didn’t reveal to her husband.

She rolls her eyes, her blue orbs meeting your Y/E/C’s.

“Problem Morgan?” You ask, your eyes running down her front as you make your way towards the bench and grab your things.

“Yeah, there is.” She says, your brows furrowing as she nods to the practice field.

You scoff, dropping your bag back onto the bench.

“Listen, I’ve had enough of these, after practice, practices.” You bite, watching as your teammates leave the field until you’re the only two left.

“Well, it isn’t my fault you’re falling so far behind.”

Your nostrils flair, your eyes falling to the curve of her ass as she walks by.

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you liked spending time with me.”

Alex snorts loudly.

“Yeah, you wish.”

You hum, making your way towards her.

“I think you do. There’s something about me you just can’t stop thinking about, isn’t there?” You ask, her throat bobbing.

“What is it, Alex? Do you just hate me?” You ask, the woman turning on her heels with a scowl.

“You’re so infuriating.” She says, her hands balling into fists.

“And what are you going to do about it?” You say, your lips curling in a snarl.

Alex glances around momentarily before grabbing the front of your shirt, tugging you towards one of the many buildings nearby.

“What the fuck, let me go!” You growl, trying halfheartedly to loosen her grasp, but your curiosity leads you to allow her to pull you along until you’re in a random room inside the facility.

“What the hell are you doing?” You ask, watching as she locks the door behind her before making her way towards you.

Your eyes widen when her lips slam into yours, the kiss hungry, and lustful.

You kiss back with no sense of hesitation, roughly pushing her back against the wall, your tongue pushing its way into her mouth.

The kiss is nothing but tongues and teeth, a groan crawling up your throat when Alex palms you through your shorts.

Your lips leave hers in favor of settling on her neck, placing wet and sloppy kisses to her pulse point.

“Don’t even think about it.” She pants, as if reading your mind, the thought of sucking a purple bruise into her neck creeping into your mind.

You smirk, your tongue running along her neck.

“Wouldn’t want your husband to find out.”

She growls loudly, roughly shoving you back against the opposite wall, and against a nearby table, its contents falling to the floor.

“Shut up.” She says, her hand roughly making its way into your shorts and boxers before settling on your somewhat hard member, your breath shuddering as she gives it a rub.

You lean your head backwards as she roughly rubs you, the woman’s hand moving rapidly beneath your shorts until you’re fully erect.

She’s about to shuck your shorts off when you turn the tables, the small of her back meeting the table as your lips meet hers.

“Oh.” She sighs when your hand slips into her shorts, bypassing her panties, your fingers drawing small, merciless circles against her clit.

“You’re so wet.” You whisper, nibbling on her earlobe, reveling in the sounds leaving her open mouth.

It isn’t long before your fingers slip inside her, the woman sighing against your neck as you pound into her.

She throws her head back with a moan.

“You like that?” You ask and she nods, bouncing on your fingers.

You smirk, your fingers slipping out of her, Alex whimpering when you bring your fingers to your lips and suck them clean.

“We both know it isn’t my fingers you want.” You say as you tug at the waistband of her shorts.

She nods, and in a split second her shorts and underwear are on the carpeted floor, the woman kicking them off across the room.

Soon, your own shorts are on the floor, your boxers following soon after.

The forward’s hand settles on the hard appendage between your legs.

“Make yourself useful and fuck me.” She snarls, shoving you backwards again, this time, your back meeting the floor considering your boxers and shorts are around your ankles.

She’s immediately on top of you, her core grinding against your bare cock.

“Fuck.” You groan, your hips arching as she grinds feverishly into you.

Before you realize, she’s got your hardness in her hand, lining it up with her entrance.

You quickly roll the two of you over, the woman groaning in annoyance.

“You’re always in charge Morgan, it’s MY turn.” You say, and with one swift motion you line yourself up and thrust slowly into her.

She cries out, her walls thrumming around you as you thrust into her, the woman’s breath hitching with each rapid thrust.

“You’re so tight.” You groan, your cock thrumming in pleasure as you pound into her, your thighs slapping loudly together.

“Oh god.” She moans, wrapping her legs around your middle as she cries out, the feeling in her stomach that had been building and building nearly teaming over.

She'd wanted you for so long, and now that she had you, she couldn't help but moan shamelessy, your cock slipping in and out of her rapidly.

Her nails scratch your back painfully, but you don’t care, the pain heightening your pleasure.

“You want to come on my cock?” You ask, the woman rapidly nodding as your thrusts increase in speed, your thighs slapping together even louder.

It isn’t long before she stiffens, the woman crying out, so loud that you hope the building is empty, because anyone nearby would’ve heard her cries.

She convulses wildly, her walls clamping down around you, her nails digging deep ridges into your back.

“I’m gonna come.” You moan, preparing to pull out of the woman whose legs tighten around you.

“Come inside me.” She begs, her chest rising and falling heavily.

Your eyes widen, a whimper leaving you when she purposely clenches around you.

You growl, thrusting into her wildly the woman crying out again, still sensitive from her first orgasm and chasing her second.

A beat passes before you groan loudly into her neck, jets of your seed shooting into her, the woman moaning loudly as she climaxes yet again, her walls clamping down around you as you feel her with your come.

You tremble, a few more jets of come spewing from your tip and into the woman before stopping.

You pant heavily, your full weight on the woman beneath you as you come down from your high.

Alex breathes heavily, remaining still beneath you for a beat before shoving you off, your flaccid cock slipping out of her, the mess between her legs coating her thighs.

You smirk, rolling over and pushing yourself upwards before making your way towards your own clothes.

Alex swallows hard, the realization that she’d just cheated on her husband hitting her like a ton of bricks.

Suddenly, you’re turned around, your back roughly meeting the wall, Alex’s face inches from your own.

“Don’t tell ANYONE about this.�� She growls and you chuckle, your lips splitting in a grin.

“Oh, I won’t.” You say, wiggling your eyebrows and she groans before bypassing you and moving out of the room.

You sigh, leaning back against the wall with a smirk, your eyes fluttering shut.

You knew you should feel guilty, Alex Morgan was married, but you didn't, as bad as that sounded.

Though Alex was married, you knew she’d want to do this again, call it intuition, but you knew you’d be seeing much more of Alex Morgan naked in the coming months, you just wondered what the world had in store for the two, and when Alex would be dragging you into that same room again.

#uswnt x reader #alex morgan x reader #i decided to post a surprise fic but idk how people will feel about it... a bit nervous tbh #sequel or nah?

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1960z · 5 months

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how people go about interpreting dr bashir I presume? really frustrates me sometimes ngl especially the “jules bashir died” scene.

like that whole scene is about julian revealing the depth of how deeply his augmentations fractured his sense of identity and who he is - which feeds into the themes of the whole episode surrounding how disability and then by extension disabled people are often viewed as a problem to be solved and because of that are often denied the ability to have fulfilling lives because the able bodied people around them don’t believe that they can.

but… idk, when the fandom talks about it there’s always seems to be a push to read a trans allegory into it that I don’t think is really there? I keep mulling over this post in my mind and when I initially reblogged it I didn’t really want to talk about this because the post is about how stories about racism can be hijacked by white people to be made about their own transness and it felt like as a white person, using that post to complain about ableism would be missing the point. but it really helped me articulate in my mind why the trans reading of this episode feels off to me because the same general principle seems to apply and that is taking a story trying to discuss a specific type of marginalisation and putting a trans reading above it because you can relate more to it personally.

“jules bashir died in that hospital because you couldn't live with the shame of having a son who didn't measure up!” this scene is the culmination of julian expressing his pain about what was done to him as a disabled child by his parents due to how they viewed his disability. but often when I see it being discussed, people aren’t really interested in talking about that. instead supplanting it with a trans reading instead which, in my opinion is an allegory that doesn’t even really work when you think about what’s going on in the broader context of the scene.

julian didn’t stop going by jules because he came to the conclusion on his own that the identity didn’t suit him similar to the way a trans person questions or rejects the gender they were assigned at birth, he stopped going by jules because he felt like the identity attached to that name was taken from him because of what his parents did. it’s not julian affirming who he wants to be it’s grieving over who he can’t be and to me at least, it’s honestly kind of harrowing.

and as an aside: when people read transness into a story about parents who change their child’s body and mind at a very young age without consent, which is literally a narrative projected onto trans people by transphobes to justify the curtailing of trans rights, that also doesn’t sit well with me. I think people latch onto this reading because of the idea of “killing a name” but again in the context of the whole episode the trans reading really doesn’t feel appropriate.

I think it’s okay for people to have trans headcanons about julian of course or literally any character they want to really, but I think saying that specific episode codes him as trans isn’t all that great honestly.

#shut up abe #julian bashir #ds9 #star trek #I’m nervous to post this tbh and I’m not trying to come for anyone specifically #this is just a general trend I’ve noticed and have been frustrated w for a while #and I’m not trying to say that like you can never relate to a narrative that’s textually about a marginalisation you don’t experience #like something that fascinates me about spock is how his arc is written in a way that is relatable to many different marginalised people #and that overlap in experience is interesting to talk about #but we also shouldn’t forget that *textually* a lot of what spock goes through is a metaphor for being biracial #and I’ve seen people get frustrated bc like. people often do forget lol #it's just a thing where I think we should think about what readings we give the most attention to and why yk

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keets-writing-corner · 5 months

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guess who's still thinking about Lucifer >.<

anyways thought it'd be fun, given my previous post about his dissociation with conversations, to try and guess what his takeaways were from his phone call with Charlie based on his reactions

Maybe I'm wrong about what he's catching and what he's missing but either way I had fun

strike through= what he missed bold=what he caught neither bold nor strikethrough= he might've heard it/made it out through the white noise, but not enough to connect the dots RED= only heaven is in red cuz you cannot convince me otherwise that that's not a trigger word for him

Idk thought it’d be fun to try and guess what Lucifer is ACTUALLY hearing with his dissociation filter on let's GO

Lucifer: [insert absolute fail of hello]

Charlie: Hi Dad! Lucifer: Hey! How are ya? Oh! Wh-wh-where are you these days? Charlie: You know where I am, Dad… I’ve told you before…

Lucifer: You hAve? Oh. yeah Uh, erm well I um uh

Charlie: I told you when you called me five months ago! Or did you not listen?

Lucifer: No no no just forgot! I just forgot. I’ve been really busy with you know… um. iMpOrTanT tHiNgS

Charlie: Well I’m actually running a hotel to rehabilitate sinners, maybe you saw our commercial?

Lucifer: No? Sadly I… missed it! Lucifer: You know I haven’t been watching much TV lately! Scrambles the brain! Lucifer: but hey! A hotel! Fun!

Charlie: Listen, Dad, I’ve got kinda… a big ask?

Lucifer: -spit take- Yeah?! Of course! Anything in my power is yours for the asking you just name it

Charlie: I need to speak to heaven! Well, whoever’s in charge up there above Adam above anybody, I need to go to the top!

Lucifer: NO Lucifer: no no no no Lucifer: That’s uhahah no…

Charlie: Look! Dad! I don’t ask you for much. I never have, but this-this is really important to me. It’s the most important thing I’ve ever done and I… need… you… I need your help

Lucifer: I-... I don’t know Charlie

Charlie: Please just- Come see what I’m trying to do. You’ll see why it’s a really good idea and heaven is bound to agree if I get the chance to talk to them

Charlie: Please dad

Lucifer: wait… you’re… INVITING ME OVER??? Lucifer: ABSOLUTELY Lucifer: I’LL BE THERE IN AN HOUR

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so yeah, he can semi follow along but like crucial bits and pieces ARE being left out

#lucifer #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel #dialogue #dissociation #this has been on my mind since the episode aired tbh #I think in the notes of my last post (I am not finding it for the life of me ;-; If I do I'll do an edit and credit them)#someone was talking about how this could also be nervousness as well #and you know what #yeah absolutely true #nervous about talking to his daughter #and the dissociation absolutely doesn't help #so nervous about navigating a conversation too #I do not think I'll do the whole episode #I really just wanted to explore the phonecall tbh #but legit I'm convinced when Charlie introduced Vaggie #all he heard was “-aggie!” and just defaulted to the only name he could think of that ended like that #tbh he's probably missing chunks of words and has to figure out what the word was based off of prefixes/suffixes #cuz that clearly happened with Vaggie #but it's already a challenge to piece together what he DID hear and what he didn't hear #so imma leave it at this #lowkey this is giving me loads of writing ideas for my own stuff

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