#but duvet covers can go to hell

[ocdeeznut]

Used to hate changing fitted sheets because i couldn’t reach the corners properly.

But since i started working out I can just lift my mattress and turn it over however I please.

Now duvet covers… they are a wild, untameable beast. I can never get the comforter to sit right in the cover. IT ANGERS ME.

#odesrambles #fitted sheets are child’s play #but duvet covers can go to hell #i’m sweating with rage #i love cleaning i promise

[inkedbybarnes]

anything

bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: bucky is determined to take care of you while you're sick.

word count: 1.6k+

warnings: mentions of insecurities, mentions of illnesses (but vaguely described), fluffy ahh shit bc why not, usage of pet names such as baby and doll. bucky being stubbornly sweet (it is indeed, a warning), lowercase writing.

i've been sick the past few days hence the creation of this fic. idk why my mood drops when i'm sick... once again, this is too fluffy even for my own good but i warned you and you're reading it still anyway. 🤨 haha jk, i hope you enjoy this one! 🩷

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“can you please let me in, baby?"

that was the fifth time bucky had asked the same question, never giving up on his mission to take care of you after learning from jarvis – out of all people... or robots? – that you were sick.

“bucky, i promise, i'm fine. stop trying to break the door,” you answered, your clogged nose not helping as you sounded horrible even with a concrete wall separating you from him. “go and tell steve that you're joining the mission. you can't withdraw yourself just because i'm—achoo!”

your nose began to leak, and you were now distracted with the need to find the tissue box that used to be on your bed. you didn't hear the door clicking open as well as the heavy footsteps of a certain soldier walking towards you.

“just because you're what? sick?”

you jumped, feeling the edge of the bed sink with his weight. you quickly grabbed the tissue box that was mysteriously thrown under the bed before facing bucky with the duvet covering most of your body.

“how did you open the door?”

bucky shrugged. “i broke the doorknob. you didn't say anything about breaking doorknobs.”

you sighed, not winning this argument with bucky. “you shouldn't be here, bucky. you're supposed to be preparing for a mission tomorrow, not babysitting me!”

“and let you go through this on your own? tough chance, doll. i'm your boyfriend for fuck's sake, and don't tell me that you're worried about getting me sick because we both know i'm immune," he argued, reaching out and pulling the blanket down enough to reveal your face. “are you really upset that i want to take care of you? you should be demanding things from me, baby. instead you've been hiding from me.”

“because i don't need anything, bucky. i can handle myself just fine." you huffed, knowing you wanted his attention and care so badly. remembering your face was exposed, you felt insecure again. you dragged the cover back up and turned away. “i also don't want you to see me like this.”

“like what?"

“like a mess," you muttered underneath the sheets. “you've never seen me like this before, and i swear i am the worst when i'm sick. you don't have to see me like this, okay? i don't want you to.”

you felt silly. it was completely normal to get sick, but you hated how extreme your body would act out whenever an illness would attack you. you'd always sound and look like you were fighting a battle in hell alone. the way your mind would take an entire flip and drag you to your lowest point didn't help either. so, not only were you feeling physically horrible, you were also struggling mentally.

“a mess? what mess?” he asked, lifting the cover to join you underneath it which caught you off guard. you were entirely exposed to his eyes now. “there's my girl. where's the mess that you're talking about, huh?”

with the little amount of energy left in you, you brought your hands up to cover your face. he could see how much of a mess you were now, far from the dream you've painted since the day you dated him. now, you were nothing but a nightmare of your reality.

“don't you dare hide from me. i haven't seen you all day and it's driving me insane," he complained, pulling your hands away from yourself. he brought his thumb to your teary eyes, wiping the tears away before they could fall. “i can't believe you're hiding from me just because you think i can't handle seeing you sick. what did you think i'd do once i saw you like this?”

you sniffed, hesitation holding you back from telling him the truth. it's only been three months since you've started dating bucky, and you were still in that stage where you'd constantly try impress him.

you weren't faking yourself, no. however, you still did your best to only show your good side and tuck away your insecurities. unfortunately, you had to get sick too soon and have to risk bucky seeing you this way.

“you thought i'd leave you? won't like you anymore? get turned off or something?”

you nodded, knowing that was exactly what went through your head and a bit pissed that he was able to read your mind without actually having the power to do so.

bucky's eyes softened at your confession, letting out a soft sigh as he saw how badly you were beating yourself up.

“if it's because of how you look right now, then it's true. you do look different," he answered, your chest tightening. “your eyes lost their glow, you're frowning more often, your eyes are all puffy, you are definitely grumpier than usual, your lips are dry and chapped from—”

“okay, i get it, bucky! you don't have to rub it in my fa—”

“but i won't be doing whatever is on your mind. you're sick, doll. it'll affect you. it's normal. hell, i look even worse when i used to get sick, but you? you still look so fucking lovely." he held your face gently, leaning forward to kiss your forehead. “even then, i don't give a fuck on how messy you can get. i'm your boyfriend. i should be taking care of you, helping you feel better, and bringing back the glow in your eyes. please, baby. let me take care of you.”

this time, you were looking back at him. "you mean it?"

"of course I mean it," he replied softly, his voice filled with sincerity. "i love you, doll. i don't care how you look like right now. you could look like a swamp monster and be sick as a dog, and i would still think that you are the most beautiful woman for me."

you giggled softly, his words filling you with warmth and reassurance. you felt so lucky to have a man who truly loved you and handled your insecurities with such understanding and care, and even sillier for thinking he'd leave you for such reasons.

“thank you. that really made me feel better," you told him, your arms slowly creeping forward to hold him. “i'm sorry for hiding. i was just scared to turn you off or anything.”

“are you kidding? i'm trying my best not to hold you down and kiss you all over. i haven't even hugged you for a day,” bucky said, a pout on the verge of forming on his face.

“it hasn't even been a day, bucky. now, who's dramatic?" you said, rolling your eyes playfully. “and you're supposed to be on a mission tomorrow! are you really not going?”

“when i could be here taking care of you?” he asked, as if the answer was already obvious. “the others can handle it. my main priority is to do anything you want and make you feel better.”

“anything?”

he smiled, leaning down to let your lips meet softly. "anything."

( a lil bonus < 3 )

“what is that smell?”

sam, steve, and natasha entered the compound after a quick briefing for their mission tomorrow. they joined tony and clint who were having a casual conversation in the living room about the best burrito in town.

the kitchen was an open space, the aroma of whatever bucky was cooking spreading all around the nearby rooms.

sam didn't hesitate to come closer and inspect the kitchen, finding the entire counter lined up with various spices and plates that bucky filled with his dishes.

“what's the occasion? did i miss something?" sam asked, grabbing a fork to take a little taste until bucky slapped his hand away. "ow! what was that for?"

"hands off." bucky warned, frowning at sam. “that's not for you, wilson."

“not even a nibble? come on, man. it smells amazing!”

their usual bickering caught the attention of the other avengers, immediately joining them in the kitchen which annoyed bucky even more when he saw them eyeing the food he made.

"before any of you try to ask, no. this is not for any of you."

"who's it even for?" natasha asked, the least interested to have a taste, but was curious either way.

bucky answered with your name. "she's sick."

"what? since when?" clint asked, worry flashing across his face. "can we do anything?"

bucky glanced up before hesitantly answering. "well.. she did say she wanted to watch a movie after eating."

clint snapped his fingers and smiled. "i'm on it."

"i'll get jarvis to check on her vitals every hour and create a diagnosis," tony said, already tapping on his smart watch. "assuming she wouldn't be too comfortable letting the entire team know what's going on with her body, i'll just let you receive the updates. just update me with what you can, yeah?"

"i'll talk to fury and let you both have a week free from work," steve offered. "she needs the rest and she needs you."

"oh, i'll handle fury. he can't say no to his favourite," natasha said with a smug smile. "tell her i'll bring her all her favourite snacks once we're back from our mission, and that she better be back to full health so we can go out together."

bucky nodded, chest warming with the genuine concern they shared. he was excited to let you know how loved and deserving of all this you were.

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[bro-atz]

breakfast in bed

in which: you gotta get up and go to work, but seonghwa has something else in mind.

pair: (idol!)seonghwa/afab!reader

word count: 1.5k

content: smut, established relationship, morning sex, oral sex, cunnilingus (ofc), fingering, unprotected sex (PLS DON'T FORGET TO WRAP UP IRL), a little bit of a breeding kink, completely consensual!

rated: R | nsfw — minors do not interact

author's note: i blame my roommate for this title.

You woke up first that morning while your boyfriend laid next to you fast asleep. He got to sleep in because he didn’t have any schedules for the rest of the week, while you still had to haul your ass to work because the bills needed to be paid. With a soft sigh, you stretched a bit. Before you could slip out of the covers, Seonghwa’s arms reached out for you, and he hugged you from behind.

“Good morning,” he mumbled as he pressed his forehead into your back.

“Good morning,” you replied softly.

You rested your hands over his and snuggled comfortably into his embrace. Yes, you had to go to work, but you always had some time to spare in the morning. So, you spent a good couple of minutes in Seonghwa’s arms before attempting to pull yourself out of them.

“Baby, don’t go,” Seonghwa whined, his hold on you getting tighter.

“I have to get up, Hwa. I gotta work.”

“Gotta work. Gotta make that money, make purse,” Seonghwa mumbled, making you roll your eyes playfully.

“See? You get it. Now let me go.”

“No.”

You turned around in Seonghwa’s arms to flick his forehead, but upon seeing his beautiful face, your body refused to even lift a finger on him. Instead, you cupped his face, your thumb gently grazing his cheekbone. He smiled softly as his eyes fluttered open.

“I haven’t seen you in so long… Can’t you just call out of work? I want to spend the day with you… We can just stay in bed all day…” he whispered as his face neared yours.

“As tempting as that offer sounds, I have deadlines to meet,” you whispered back as you swept his bed-head hair away from his face.

“Those deadlines can wait one day,” Seonghwa pushed his agenda harder. He brought you even closer to him with a little jerk before nuzzling his head into the crook of your neck. “Think about it: no work, no chores— just us and a whole lot of… Not sleeping.”

His voice was getting more and more sensual as he explained what he would like to do with you that day, his hips pressing into yours slightly. You swallowed the pool of saliva that had rapidly formed when you felt his semi-firm cock rub against your crotch. Dammit, there was no way you would be able to leave him now. You wanted and needed him with your entire being.

“Alright,” you finally agreed.

Seonghwa’s face shot up from your neck, a huge smile on his face as he shone radiantly before you.

“Really? Are you sure?” he asked with his most innocent voice.

“What the hell, Seonghwa? You can’t pressure me like that and then be all angelic—”

While you lectured him, Seonghwa ended up cutting you off when he went under the covers, leaving playful bite marks along your waist, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your bottoms and pulling them downwards and off your body, your clothes getting buried under the duvet. A soft sigh left your lips as you pushed your hands down the covers to run your fingers through Seonghwa’s locks as he spread your legs apart.

You felt Seonghwa pepper kisses along the inside of your thigh, his hands going under your thighs and pushing them up. You wanted to see his face while he went down on you, so you threw the duvet off you to reveal your boyfriend and see that his face was dangerously close to your cunt, his shaggy bed-head covering his eyes. You couldn’t see his eyes, but you could see his lips curl into a sly smile and his tongue lick his lower lip in anticipation.

Seonghwa had a routine when he went down on you. He first licked a stripe from the bottom of your cunt to the top so painfully slowly, ensuring that every single nerve in your body tingled with excitement. Then, he left a sweet kiss on your clit before sucking lightly. And he did this every single time he ate you out, but it never failed to pleasure you greatly.

You arched your back and flung your head back as a sigh of pleasure left your lungs. When he stopped sucking and gave you a second to recover, you brought your head down and saw him looking at you with the most innocent yet devilish eyes. You ran your fingers through his hair and held his hair back for him before he resumed. His tongue swirled around your clit before teasing you, pushing past your folds and into you.

Every time he did something just right, you tugged on his hair slightly and stifled a moan while rolling your hips into his face. He started sensually then gradually picked up his pace when your attempts to hold back your moans failed. He let his tongue focus on flicking your clit quickly and repeatedly as he brought two of his slender fingers towards your cunt.

“H-Hwa!”you cried as you started panting, your vision blurring with stars. “Ah! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

Your thighs trembled as your orgasm washed over you, Seonghwa fingers curling inside you one final time before pulling out, letting you squirt all over the bed. You cried loudly, your entire body tingling as you came.

Seonghwa barely gave you a moment to breathe. The second your hips stopped bucking upwards, he shed his pants and kneeled between your legs, his arms on either side of your shoulders. He used one hand to align his cock with your cunt, and the second his cock slid right in, he lowered upper body, his face right above yours.

“You feel good baby?” he whispered as his hips began to move slowly. “You like when I eat you out, don’t you?”

“I like everything you do, baby,” you whispered back.

Seonghwa, who had a teasing smirk, clamped his mouth shut. A light blush rose to his cheeks, and his cock throbbed inside you. His hips started moving slowly into you. The friction started making the tension in your stomach tense up again. You wrapped your legs around his waist and your arms over his shoulders, focusing entirely on him and his being.

The second your eyes became hazy and half-lidded, Seonghwa lowered himself to his elbows. His lips teased yours as he brushed them past yours very intentionally. You could feel his gradually quickening breath on your neck and collarbones as his head bobbed down every so often to actually leave a kiss, a mark, on the empty canvas of your neck and chest.

“You look so pretty under me like this, baby…” he sighed out “You look so sexy right now.”

Seonghwa continued to whisper sweet nothings into your ears as he sped up his gyrations.

“I’ve never wanted anyone the way that I want you,” he said with a husky voice as he brushed your hair out of your face. “I’m obsessed with you.”

“Seonghwa…” you sighed out sweetly. You suddenly gasped when he changed his angle slightly, his cock rubbing right against your G-spot. “Oh, right there!”

So, Seonghwa thrust faster into the same spot over and over again until you flung your head back and moaned loudly, your nails leaving crescents in the skin on his shoulders. Feeling your walls flutter and spasm around his cock and get tighter as you fully came again drove your boyfriend crazy.

Grabbing your waist, Seonghwa went upright and rammed his waist into yours repeatedly. He also kept pulling you towards him, making the impact all the more stronger and faster. You watched through bleary eyes as he bit his lower lip, his shaggy hair blocking his eyes again; but, when he flung his head back, you got to see his eyes flutter and roll to the back of his head, making butterflies rampage in your stomach.

Seonghwa pulled out and stroked his cock a couple more times before strings of white shot out and decorated your breasts and stomach, his cock twitching as more and more left him. When he finished completely, he let out the groan he had been holding back, the sound of his deep voice echoing in your ears.

When he finished, he leaned back to observe his work. You watched him as his eyes darted around and ran over your entire body, only for your own eyes to trail downwards from his face to his developing chest to his abs to his cock. You saw his cock twitch and start to firm up again the longer Seonghwa stared at your body, and the twitching only got more intense when he reached for your breasts and started kneading them like a cat making biscuits.

Seeing his cock rise back up like that honestly made you want more. You held his cock gently and pumped it a couple of times before holding it at your entrance before locking eyes with him.

“You said we could spend the whole day in bed, so let’s do it.”

“You’re so… God… I’m so attracted to you,”Seonghwa’s shock melted into a smile before he bent down to leave a small peck on your lips. “Your wish is my command, baby.”

“But this time, stay inside. Fill me up.”

“Good God, your wish is my fucking command.”

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[isbuckybarnesokay]

Steve never turns the heater on in his car when he's alone. This is something Eddie picks up on fairly quickly, as summer turns to autumn, as the air cools down. The mornings are icy, now. There's a bite to each and every breath that you can suck in almost like smoke, and it's pleasant for all of two seconds before it chills you to the bone.

The first time he notices it, there's so much noise in the car that Eddie doesn't get a chance to say anything - Dustin is chattering on to Mike about god-knows-what. Instead, he just watches from the passenger seat as Steve clocks Will's chattering teeth in the rearview mirror and immediately reaches forward to crank up the dial.

The second time, it's just Steve and Eddie, and they're driving back from dropping Eddie's van off at the mechanics. Steve meets him outside the shop at a crisp 7am, and it's fucking freezing, honestly. Eddie slides into the passenger seat and winces at the way his breaths come out in a cloud. "Shit, dude," he groans, "aren't you cold?" Steve shrugs, focused on driving. "A bit, I guess. Help yourself." He waves at the AC settings carelessly. How the fuck are you not freezing your balls off? Eddie wonders, but he doesn't voice the thought aloud, though he very much wants to. There's something here, he thinks. There's something I'm not getting.

The third time it happens, Eddie doesn't even need to get in the car to know Steve didn't switch the heating on. He knows this because when Steve saunters into the new trailer, a 6-pack in hand, his lips are almost blue. He's wearing a too-thin jacket, undone over a plain shirt. Eddie frowns. "Jesus Christ, Steve," he murmurs, immediately rushing through to his room to grab a sweater. He throws it at Steve when he gets back out to the main room, chewing at the inside of his cheek. "What's this for?" "Because you're fucking freezing, man. Are you kidding me? You're turning to ice right in front of me, look at you." And it's so wrong that Steve looks so confused. It's so wrong. Because he's so clearly cold as hell. It looks painful, damn it, the way his hands are shaking, the way he can't quite move his fingers properly when he goes to pop the cap off of his beer. I am going to take care of you until you figure out how to take care of yourself, Eddie thinks, fierce and determined. And he does.

When Steve leaves that night, after the movie, Eddie makes him keep the black knit sweater on, makes him take it with him. "You look cute," he grins, aiming for playful, aiming for the misdirect. He likes the way it makes Steve blush, anyway. It's a win-win. Eddie follows close behind Steve down the steps of the trailer, catching the driver's door with a quick hand before it can slam closed. He waits for Steve to start the car before getting to work. "What're you-" Steve begins, falling silent as Eddie leans over him and switches the heating on. "You," he mutters, pulling back, tapping a finger on Steve's forehead. "You keep that on until you get home, you hear me, big boy?" Steve looks bewildered, but nods anyway.

Eddie starts bringing an extra jacket or sweater with him everywhere, after that, and it comes in handy more times than he'd like. He wishes it wasn't the only way to get Steve into his clothes. He buys Steve a hot water bottle with a cover that's the same yellow as that sweater that he loves so much. Eddie gets into the habit of calling Steve each night, and before he hangs up, he tells Steve to fill it up. Tells Steve to use it. He checks Steve's bed one day, pulls back the duvet a bit, and can't help but beam when he sees the hot water bottle tucked there. When he presses a hand to it, it's still warm.

One day, nearing Christmas, now, Eddie slides into the passenger seat of Steve's car, and the heater is already on, car toasty and warm. His cheeks dimple when he sees that Steve is already wearing Eddie's own black knit sweater; His smile only widens further as Steve comments, "Fucking freezing today, man. When did it get so cold?" Eddie just chokes out a laugh and throws the spare jacket he'd brought with him onto the back seat. He has to turn his head to look out the window so Steve can't see the proud tears in his eyes.

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[bowdownperv]

😩🙈Waking up horny for billy. You want to ride him and he mumbles agreeing but trying to go back to bed. You get under the covers and ride the hell out of him and he lets out the biggest moans into your neck, grab your hips and makes you grind harder into his huge cock.

Morning Wood [B.H]

Warnigs: 18+, sexual content

It was one of those mornings where you were awakened naturally by the gleams of yellow through your bedroom blinds. Yawning with an eye rub, you looked over at your boyfriend still sleeping. Highlights of sunshine making his warm skin glow. He looked ethereal. You noticed small things about him. Like how his chest lifted up and down with each one of his peaceful snores. And how his closed eyelids fluttered like butterflies flapping their wings. You also noticed big things about him. Such as his massive morning wood.

Billy took up a lot more of the bed than you. His muscular body sprawled out so invitingly. His thick legs spread, large arms and pecs bulging. He was the shape and embodiment of a man. You so desperately wanted to hop on top of him and milk his cock. Feel his hot cum shoot up into your pussy while you bounce up and down on his thighs letting his cock stretch you out.

“Billy?” you asked placing a hand on his breathing chest.

Nothing.

You nudged him again.

“Billy.”

Still, nothing.

You shook his body as hard as you could.

“Billy!”

You heard him groan and watched as his body squirmed.

“Mmm...whats wrong baby?” he mumbled eyes still closed.

“I’m horny,” you whispered shyly.

“Hmm...what?” he replied, still barely conscious.

“Fuck, Billy! Can I ride your cock?”

“Uh...yeah sure," he grumbled throwing his head back down tiredly on the pillow.

You dove your body under the white covers. It was a new world down there. The aroma of Billy’s masculine odor. The morning light muted and echoing throughout the material of the duvet fabric. And there it was. Billy’s cock. Standing straight up holding his briefs up like a tent. You were amazed by how hard and long it could be even when Billy was asleep and it had no use. You were ready to give him a reason for being so hard.

Underneath the covers you crawled your way to Billy’s cock and released it. Flinching as you yanked down his garments causing his cock to spring out and slap you in the face. Normally you’d play with it a while, give it a few good licks. Give him a sloppy blowjob. Suck his balls. But right now in this moment, your mind was so set on giving him the ride of his life.

After hastily tossing your panties off. You revealed your swollen little pussy already leaking out a couple drips despite him doing absolutely nothing. Static making you hair stick to the sheets above you as hovered your core over his manhood and assumed your position. With your hands on his pecs for support and your legs spread in both directions, you began lowering your body down.

Your tight pussy walls were squeezing onto his cock so tightly that you were slowly struggling to get all the way down. You felt everything. The mushroom shaped head of his cock being the hardest to get squeeze in due to its bigger size. The veins of his raging cock pushing against your pussy’s walls. Billy had a great cock, and he knew how to use it. Whether that was when he was grabbing your hips with his big hands and fucking your mercilessly doggy style, or after a date night when he would get on top of you and fuck you in missionary until you were both cumming together. But this time was different. You were on top. Dominating him.

There was no lube, no condom. Just pure raw sex.

Your mouth remained agape the whole time as you felt your ass finally cushion itself on his big balls. You were right there. Sitting on top of your sleeping boyfriend. With a giant cock standing inside of you.

There wasn’t any movement and you were already ready to cum. Just the feeling alone of his pulsing cock inside of you and your pussy walls fighting around it trying, but failing, to acustom to his massive size. Billy was a sex god, and you were his little devil.

You leaned forward to place your small hands on his hard chest. Keeping his cock well tucked into your folds. You looked at your boyfriend, sleeping so beautifully with eyes still closed. He looked completely unaffected meanwhile you were losing all your composure. You felt like your pussy was going to explode. You too, baby steps. Pushing down on his chest with your little hands as hard as you could. Feeling the tension of his mighty cock pulling downwards in your little pussy. You were whimpering from the feeling. Despite you being on top and in charge, his cock was still completely destroying you. You shook your ass a little trying to get your pussy loosened up as you shimmied yourself way down his cock.

Eventually, you began getting the hang of it.

Your pussy replaced and you were able to begin hopping up and down his length. You felt sexy. Your hands moving up your chest and grabbing your bouncing tits, then going up to your hair and running your hands through it as your ass was able to hop up and down keeping the momentum. There was a power in watching yourself dominate such a big and powerful man.

When Billy first woke up he thought he was having a sex dream. This was even better.

“Oh shit, baby,” he groaned. “You’re really taking my cock like that all on your own?”

"Mhmm," you moaned, tossing your hair over your shoulder.

Billy's hands lazily latched onto your hips. Not hard enough to take control of you, but just enough to appreciate his warm touch.

Billy's tired gaze on you was full of pure lust and excitement. You watched as his deep eyes locked onto your body like he was enchanted. How his head nodded up and down every time you bounced on his huge cock. He was under your spell. Hypnotized by your body.

Suddenly, he was sitting up and leaning into your body. His face falling into your neck as he took control of your hips, throwing them up and down with his strength. All you could do was gasp. Billy's large hands were squeezing the skin around your ass making it turn red. Holding onto your body so tightly as he commanded you on his cock. His baritone moans echoing throughout your throat.

Billy was a mess. His sloppy morning hair bouncing wildly as you felt him kiss and moan your name into the fragile skin on your throat. Giving you deep hickeys as his saliva dripped down your breasts. His hips working hard thrusting into your cunt while his hands roamed to your bouncing tits cupping and squeezing them.

It was as if each time his cock thrusted into you, it was hitting a button that sent you straight to Heaven. You could see stars. Your head was falling back with a whine as Billy's hips drove his cock deeper into your cunt than ever before. Your legs shaking, pussy swollen, and vision blurry. Your breasts and hips being manhandled by Billy as he occasionally delivered a hard slap to your ass every other bounce. His way of encouraging you as he continued pulling and thrusting you into his cock.

Finally, Billy pulled you all the way down on his cock and held you there; staring at you. You glared back at him with innocent doe eyes. That’s when you felt it. His cock twitching, and like a cannon, blasting his huge load of cum straight up into you. His warm semen swimming up your pussy. He kept his cock tucked inside you, forcing you to hold his cum.

The extreme fullness and stimulation immediately triggering your own orgasm. You were practically crying as your pussy drained itself, squirting all over your boyfriend huge cock and swelling from his impressive size. With his softening cock still tucked deep inside you, Billy wrapped his arms around you and pulled you into his embrace. The mixture of your combined cum dripping onto the sheets as he pulled you down to lay on his chest. Your fingers danced throughout his hair while he cock-warmed you back to sleep. Hoping that when you woke up he'd be ready for round two.

#billy hargove x reader #billy hargrove smut #billy hargove imagine #smut

[bubbles-for-all-of-us]

Cause it’s you

a/n what the hell is it with Kazzle Dazzle that always makes me write a full ass story inside of a simple little blurb… chokehold.

request: kaz brekker x reader one bed trope on a heist 🙏🙏

warning: blood, injuries, touch aversion, one bed.

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Kaz was tired. Bone deep tired. That kind of tired that made you drag your legs through the pavement. His cane was taking most of his weight tonight, and truthfully, Kaz was ready for the day to end. And end as soon as possible. “So… Who’s going in to buy the rooms?” Jesper let out a painful breath. His ribs had to be black and blue by now. He did cover for most of the team during the job, and the way he was leaning on Wylan clearly showed that the adrenaline was wearing off.

“I would, but if I moved even the slightest, they would see blood all over my dress," Nina’s sugary, venomous voice shouted as she glared at Kaz, clearly still annoyed that her perfect dress, not to mention that Kaz bought the said dress, was ruined because of the job gone slightly wrong. Inej didn’t even move from her shadows. She and Kaz had a falling out while the pack trotted through the damp streets, and neither wanted to let go of their grudges.

“I’ve got it, guys," you said softly, catching everyone’s attention. “We all need a hot bath and a good night's sleep." You rested your hand on Nina’s shoulder as you peeked out of the alley. “Flirt your way through it," Jesper whispered. “Get us extra perks, please." The rest of the team snickered quietly.

You were about to respond when Kaz’s cane blocked your way. “No one is flirting, and you’re not going alone." His voice was way sharper than he usually used when he was talking to you. “I can handle myself, boss," you said, crossing your arms over your chest. “Yeah, but a lady alone in the shithole like this... Would be too suspicious," Kaz breathed, stepping out and looking back at you.

A couple of hours later, you were finally drying your hands after patching everyone up. Girls had jumped into sharing a room and had walked you out while wiggling eyebrows that you greeted with a middle finger. Wylan was, of course, sharing with Jasper, who had been complaining about the single beds ever since he stepped foot into the room, so you had helped Wylan push them against one another.

It’s not like you hadn’t shared rooms with Kaz. You two grew up together in the slums. You were the one to pull him out of the water when he finally floated to the shore. He had his ever-going addenda of pushing you away ever since, but you had always stuck around. You had always tried to be his voice of reason. "Shit," you muttered once you flicked the light on. “No, no, no," you breathed out, rushing forward. This had to be a joke. What were the odds of getting three rooms and one of them having a double bed? Maybe you could pull them apart; maybe there were two. You yanked the duvet covers off. Fingers searching for a split in the mattress.

“What did that poor bed do to you?" A voice from behind you startled you, making you lose your footing and go face-first into the covers. “Great now, street grime is all over the sheets," he grumbled. “Well, if you weren’t sneaking behind my back, this wouldn’t have happened," you huffed, climbing off the plush sheets. “It’s my room," Kaz breathed out. Your gaze found him as you narrowed your eyes, “Our room, you mean?”.

He held your gaze. Strong. Unmoving. “I’ll take the chair," he muttered under his breath, stepping deeper into the room and starting to undo his jacket. “Like hell you will, your legs will be killing you tomorrow," you huffed, bending to undo your shoes. “And your shoulder won’t?”, Kaz huffed. “Speaking of which," his movements halted as he turned to face you. “Stand up and undo your shirt," he motioned with his hand. You raised an eyebrow at him. “Kaz Brekker, you’re trying to get me naked?”, you teased. Kaz simply tilted his head to the side, his face emotionless. Before he stepped closer, “You have two choices," he said quietly. “Enlighten me," you muttered under your breath. “You take it off willingly, or I will cut it off your body." You could feel his breath on your skin, making a shiver run down your back. “It’s nothing," you breathed. “Prove it," he dared you.

You held his gaze in silence. You knew that it was probably more than bad. You could barely lift your hand, and your shoulder blade was throbbing. It was almost funny how not the fact that you had to strip in front of him made you anxious but the fact that he would see you weak. You hated being vulnerable. When you finally clawed out of the street, you had sworn to never be vulnerable again. And Kaz hated weak investments. He didn’t do deals that weren’t beneficial to him. And now you...

You felt the cold metal tip of his cane slip between the two buttons right in between your breasts. "Hey," you jerked back, turning away from him. “Show me that fucking shoulder, YN," Kaz practically growled. “Or, I’ll...”. But he didn’t get to finish as your hands clumsily moved to undo the handful of buttons until you were practically panting from the panic cursing through your veins. Turning back to him, you yanked the dirty fabric from your body. "Happy," you hissed.

Kaz clenched his jaw. He didn’t even allow himself to blink as he looked at the crusted, angrily red cut and a handful of bruises littering your skin. He forced himself to put them all into his memory. Because this was all his doing. All his games had gotten you hurt. “Wipe those fucking tears off your cheeks," he huffed harshly. Too harshly, and he hated himself for it. But he couldn’t. Physically couldn’t watch you cry. It felt as if someone was carving out his chest. Your shaky hands clumsily wiped the damp patches beneath your eyes.

“You got out. We both did," Kaz muttered because he knew the demons that were clouding your brain now. He had met them too. You nodded. Wrapping your hands around your torso, it only just now hit him that you were standing in front of him topless. Kaz turned around so quickly that he nearly gave himself a whiplash before muttering, “Go, take a bath.”.

Your fingers were crinkling from the time you had spent laying in that hot water. You had hurried off the moment Kaz dismissed you. You knew he would never take advantage of you. And that bodies in general made him uncomfortable, but the way he had turned away from you. As if you were the most ugly creature that he had seen. Now your only salvation was that he might just be asleep by the time you stepped out of the bathroom.

Kaz, however, was far from sleeping. He had lost count of how many times he had walked up to the bathroom door to listen that you were still rustling around. He had lost his jacket and gloves. His hair was messy from all the pulling he has done. The slow turning of the key made him look up. Your hair was done up and still damp. Feet bare. You looked so small, like this. And that deep desire to keep you safe shifted gears without him even realizing it.

“You’re not asleep," you muttered, barely meeting his eyes. “It looks like I’m not," Kaz said quietly. There was no one else whom Kaz trusted the way he trusted you, yet here you two were as if you hadn’t spent the majority of your lives together. “Did you fix your shoulder?” Kaz asked, clearly stalling. You nodded, and he followed suit. “Then get into bed," "Kaz," you huffed. “I didn’t ask," he said, narrowing his eyes at you. You wanted to fight him, but you simply didn’t have enough energy to do so, “And you?”.

You saw something glistening in his eyes for a heartbeat before he swallowed, “I..." and let out a labored breath. “You can also lay down," you muttered. “I will keep to my side; we can put pillows in between." There was a note of hopefulness in your voice. One that held Kaz in a chokehold. “Lay down, woman," he said through gritted teeth. But you caught it. There was that part of him that he hid. So you wasted no time, doing right as he said.

He watched your every move. Watched your frame disappear between the sheets. Only then did Kaz step closer, his breathing hitching in his chest. The tide was rising. threatening to swallow him whole. “Kaz...”, and here it was with that same velvety voice. One that always pulled him right out. Chasing away all of his fears. He blinked a couple of times only to meet your beautiful eyes looking right at him.

“Close your eyes," he breathed, making you frown. “I didn’t know that you getting into bed was such a big secret," you teased. Kaz felt the corners of his lips turning upwards. "Smartass," he whispered under his breath as he swung his legs over the mattress. And for some reason, this didn’t feel too bad. It didn’t seem all that scary now that he was in bed. With you. You. It was because of you. Kaz turned his head to the side, watching you watch him. And for the first time, he let himself look. Not only look, actually see you. And fuck if you weren’t the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

“You’re okay?”, you muttered, your fingers slowly moving toward the center of the bed. Kaz watched them getting closer, but he didn’t feel like stopping you. “When am I not okay when I’m with you?" A light gasp left your lips at his words, your lips disappearing between your teeth. “Don’t do that," he grumbled, his fingers only lifting and grazing yours, and you instantly pulled them away. Not wanting to cross his boundaries. "Sorry," you shook your head. “Not your fingers," Kaz protested. “Your lip," he pointed out, making you frown. “What about it?” You brushed your fingers over it, trying to see if you had bitten too hard and drawn blood. “Because if you’ll continue to do it, I’ll...", Kaz swallowed. “I might lose my restraint in holding back." And then he reached out, his shaky fingers brushing over your plump lips. It took all the self-control you had to not whimper at the touch. Savoring the way his fingers felt, you only let your eyes close for a second, and then there was nothing. As if you had imagined it. You had barely caught Kaz practically jumping out of bed. Reaching for his jacket and cane. "Kaz," you breathed, pushing the covers off your body. But your plea was met with a slam of the door.

#kaz brekker x you #kaz brekker x oc #kaz x you #kaz brekker imagine #kaz brekker x reader #kaz x reader #kaz brekker #kaz six of crows imaginw #the six of crows x reader #the six of crows imagine #six of crows x you #six of crows x reader #six of crows imagine #the six of crows

[stevebabey]

question on my lips

kia ora my loves, i'm stuck with writers block on another piece and this is hopefully the cure <3 its all sweetness as usual [established relationship + fluff + 2k words] mucho mwahs as ALWAYS <3!

Steve’s in a bad mood.

Which might be very fair considering the state of the weather outside. Flurries of snow batter against the windows and a hair-raising chill leaks into the panes, painting them in condensation. It’s cold. You don’t want to be caught outside on a night like tonight.

But, somewhere across town, there’s a reservation under Steve’s name that is being wasted. At a pretty restaurant, with 2 too many forks for your taste — but Steve had insisted. Even put on a suit.

And even though Steve has told you he prefers the quieter nights in with just the two of you, he seems quite… miffed that you can’t go anymore.

Maybe not quite a bad mood but… well, it’s a hell of a pout he’s wearing.

Amber drenches the wall of the room, lit by your bedside table lamps — a cozy cocoon that feels worlds away from the blizzard coming down outside. You’re actually quite excited; there’s seldom a comfort like being in Steve’s arms when it’s cold like this. Tangled together in your bed, letting his perpetually blazing heart heat the both of you.

But… he’s still pouting. You’re both unwinding a bit, taking off what you’d managed to put on before the weather took a turn for the worse — but Steve’s stuck, hands in his pockets. He seems to be fumbling with something.

His silence worries you more. Maybe you hadn’t realised how actually upset he was that your plans were cancelled.

He had been mentioning it all week, all month actually- since he’d first made the booking. Some claim that you’d love the food and he loved any occasion to see you all dressed up and drool-worthy— (“Not that that’s not all the time, babe.”)

“Steve?” You say. His head jumps up, hands in his pockets going still. “C’mon, come to bed.”

He softens at your coaxing words. Like the very sound of them, the sweet nature of your words, melts his hardened edges. He nods, tugging off his tie and beginning to work on his belt.

In the meantime, you creep into the bed. It smells like a smattering of something sweet that you know to be Steve’s hairspray, fabric softener, and maybe what you think love might smell like if it had a scent. You sink into it lovingly. Warm. Safe.

Your eyes find him instinctively. Watching, observing, drinking in the sight of your lover soothes you like nothing else. Love spools messily in your chest, like a knotted ball of yarn strewn through your ribs. It aches sweetly. Steve catches you as he’s pulling a pair of sweatpants up his calf.

“You’re staring,” He states plainly, but he’s smiling a bit, lips turned up in the corners. He jumps, hiking his pants up over his hips, and wanders closer.

You nod, hair scrunching against the pillow. Your voice comes out a bit muffled when you speak. “That a crime?”

Steve grins this time. He pushes the covers back, kneeling on the mattress beside you — pausing to push back the hair covering your eyes. He smiles down at you, eyes fond. “If it is, lock me up, baby.”

He pauses, thumb drifting over cheekbone lightly. “I could look at ya all day.”

Something delightful purrs behind your ribs, warm and all-encompassing. Where you would’ve once hidden your face away, this time you just let your glee wash over your face — and let Steve see every second of it. You’re happy. Steve makes you happy.

Steve gives an awed exhale and flops, bouncing down on the mattress beside you. He works the duvet around, bundling up as best he can before his hands begin to search for you. Traversing across the sheets, seeking, til they meet skin. He hums happily. Pulls you into his chest and lets you figure out how you want to wrap around him, like unkempt ivy. He’s warm, as always.

You’re not even trying to sleep yet, either of you, just having a moment huddled up in each other's embrace. The wind whirls loudly outside. You wonder what you’d be doing if your plans had gone through.

“M’sorry,” you say into his chest. It rises and falls with his breath, soothing and constant. “That we couldn’t do dinner. Y’seemed really excited.”

Steve makes a little noise, saying that he agrees. For a moment, your words hang in the air and then he clears his throat, pulling you closer.

“S’okay, not like you can control the weather.” He murmurs his reply. He pulls back to peer down at you with suspicious eyes, a tease on his tongue. “Can you? Because as your boyfriend, I should totally know that, and considering what we’ve seen—“

“Shut up,” you giggle. You poke him in the ribs because you can’t think of a good jibe back.

“Shutting up,” Steve says, before snuggling back closer. There’s another moment of quiet. The window rattles in the absence of words. Steve sighs.

“Just…” He starts. You can already tell he’s got his thinking face on, a little furrow between his brows. “Had some good plans for tonight, is all. Not a big deal.”

“A plan within a plan,” you muse thoughtfully. Steve chuckles. “How layered this night could of been!”

“And instead, you just have to have this, huh?” Steve murmurs, dejection creeping into his voice. Your heart twists. He must’ve planned a lot just to watch it go down the drain.

You pull back from his embrace and catch his eyes, searching his face. Disappointment lingers in his expression and it pushes a pout onto your lips.

“Well, is there anything we can do? That was like your plans?” You ask.

Steve breaks into a grin, giving a chuckle — but a glint in his eyes says he’s grinning for another reason. He stares at you lovingly, eyes dragging up and down your face as he seemingly thinks of his answer. He shakes his head.

“Nuh uh. Nothing we can do tonight.” He says, a tad forlorn. His hand on your back sketches a soft stroke up your spine. You shiver in a good way and Steve speaks again, eyes searching somewhere behind you, imagining something. “Well, not— not the way I want to do this.”

There’s a long pause. At the same moment a soft realisation blooms in your chest and on your face, Steve seems to realise he’s said too much. His eyes widen, the apples of his cheeks turning scarlet.

“Were you gonna—?”

You push back from him, suddenly sitting up in the bed. Your heart thuds loudly in your chest, risking bruising the inside of your ribs with each resounding thud. You don’t even mind because… because…

Steve sits up too, wide-eyed expression still on his face. He looks flushed, taken off guard — he clearly hadn’t meant to tell you today. Well, he had meant to tell you today but he wanted to ask you at dinner, on one knee, and then the storm—

“You were gonna ask?” You squeak. A smile wobbles on your face as you try to rein in your reaction, even as joy floods every nerve. “Tonight?”

Steve seems unsure of the right way to answer. “Yes,” He stammers. Then crushes his eyes closed, dropping his eyes closed to curse. “Shit, I wasn’t supposed— I had it all planned! This isn’t—“

Steve pushes his palms into his eyes for a moment, dragging his hands down his face. You feel a pang of remorse for ruining your own surprise but it’s completely overshadowed by the rampant happiness. You can’t help yourself for what you say next.

“Yes.”

Steve blinks. “What?” A grin grows on his face, like your own is contagious even as he shakes his head. “I haven’t even asked you yet!”

He’s laughing, a glorious sound, and so are you. You're so full of love you feel stuffed like you’ve just eaten, it fills every crevice of your body. You nod. You think your teeth might be aching with how sweet the boy before you is— pouting and giving away his own surprises.

“I know,” you breathe. “But if- when you do, it’s a yes.”

And you’ve known it before. You have known it long before tonight that yours and Steve’s futures are knitted together so intricately that where one goes, the other follows. Still, knowing it and saying it— the difference steals your breath. You feel like a teenage fool again, back to the first time Steve ever asked you, ‘Be mine?’

Steve sinks into the pillows, deflating into them with a blinding grin. Like he hadn’t been sure up until right then. He giggles. Another awed sound, like he can’t quite believe what’s happening.

“Okay,” he breathes. You sink down too, curling up into him. His warmth feels burning hot now as he pulls you back into his arms, the same as he had a minute ago; this time, you swear your hearts are an inch closer.

“I gotta come up with a whole new plan now, don’t I?” Steve asks, eyes shining as he peers down at you.

You laugh a little bit, delirious, and shake your head. Gathering courage, even as your stomach twists up in the best way.

“Nope. You can… you can ask now, if you really want.”

You hope your voice betrays everything you mean; that he could ask anywhere and you would say still say yes. That it didn’t need to be somewhere fancy, didn’t need to be a big spectacle, he didn’t even need to get on one knee and you would still say yes.

Steve stares down at you, drinking in the sincerity of your expression and he softens impossibly more. Smile lines you adore get scrunched up as he gives a shuddering breathy laugh, punched out of him by his own enormous affection. Christ, he loves you.

His hand raises, cupping your jaw sweetly and he tugs you closer to meet him in the middle. You come home to him, lips meeting lips as he kisses you deeply and maddeningly. There are a thousand sentiments in his kiss, I want to marry you and I love you among them.

He pulls back and rests his forehead against your own. His hand on your jaw rubs soothing, fingers tucking some stray hair behind your ear.

“Got a plan.” He murmurs, a wickedly handsome smile on his face as he taps his temple.

You’ll have to wait, it seems. You think you can stretch your patience a little longer, especially for this. Your cheeks are beginning to ache from your smile.

Another quiet moment. Then, your eyes light up with the recollection of an earlier memory. They skirt across the room and land on their target, Steve’s crumpled pair of slacks on the ground. You recall his fumbling with his hand deep in his pocket.

Steve follows your eye-line and the moment he spots what you’re looking his head whips back.

Steve fixes you with a stern look, a warning that says don’t. You move an inch, more to tease than anything — you don’t want to see anything til he’s the one giving it to you — but you don’t get very far anyway.

“Oh no, you don’t—” Steve’s arms around your middle tighten, pulling you closer as you pretend to reach off into the distance.

He shifts you easily, setting you down into the pillows and then squishing himself atop you. You let out a strange noise, a surprised yelp as Steve lightly crushes you beneath him, a slightly maniacal grin on his pretty mouth. His hair is a mess, cheeks still glowing, and he looks utterly in love.

You wiggle a bit, seeing if you can free a limb. Maybe to pretend to escape, maybe to dig your fingers in and hold him closer. Either way, it’s fruitless.

Somehow, you’re not all the mad with the situation; squished lovingly beneath your hunk of a boyfriend so you don’t go scampering around searching for a- for your engagement ring.

“Can I at least get a kiss?” You ask, knowing he’ll say yes. If there’s one thing, it’s that Steve never denies you a kiss if you ask. His eyes look a tad misty as he looks down at you so so fondly, eyes drawing down to your lips.

He doesn’t disappoint.

#written and edited in the space of today #wapow! #if there’s mistakes! no there’s not! #i’m worried u can’t tell he’s proposing in the beginning so fingers crossed #steve harrington #steve x reader #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington fic #steve harrington imagine #girl what tf do i tag it’s been so long so i’ve posted for the x reader girlies #ruby writes steve #steve #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x gn!reader #steve harrington x gender neutral reader #steve x you #stranger things #stranger things imagine #ok i can’t be bothered

[rosedom]

lazily fingering neuvi until he squirts..... oh i know hed make the prettiest noises while he's lost in the waves of pleasure I bring to him, burying his face into the pillow, trying to muffle his sounds but I obviously deny him that solace; not to be mean, but because he sounds so beautiful when he moans and whines, and why would I ever dream of hiding it?

Gently praising him while continuously pressing on that spongy spot that makes him go absolutely boneless. He writhes, warning that something feels weird. I pay it no mind because his body betrays him with the way he desperately cants himself against my fingers, a strangled moan escaping him when he does finally let go, getting the bedsheets all messy. I'll have to wash that later, I think to myself. However, all thoughts are washed away when I see my pretty boy, all splayed out on the bed, exhausted yet elegant.

Featherlight kisses are pressed along his thighs and hips as a consolation, soft whines being pulled out of him because he's still so sensitive; oh, so sweet. The Iudex of the Court of Fontaine- no, not that. Positions and titles do not come to play in the bedroom, for he is just my beautiful neuvillette here, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

(I have lots of thoughts abt neuvi if u cant tell..... (ノ_＜) ）

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OH MY GOD, SWEET DOVE (〃￣ω￣〃ゞ THIS WAS SO NNGNHHH pls pls pls keep having neuvillette thoughts . . .

i so adore the idea of your neuvillette—he's just neuvi, here with you and you alone. there's no silly titles or any of the burdens of his day-to-day, not when you're right there with him to smooth away the stress, be that your words or your soft touch—or maybe (definitely. most definitely) both.

mmmm you'd have to turn him over after he tries muffling himself in his fluffed-up pillows one too many times, pressing his back into the sheets as you're lying beside him, neuvi half-bundled up in your arms and halfway mixed up into the duvet. duvets always have a cover, too, so hopefully laundry will be easy for you . . . and besides, it'd be about time you put the waterproof label to good use, yeah? i just know our hydro dragon sovereign would be absolutely soaked between his thighs, even before he cums.

he'd be so embarrassed, falling prey to your gentle touches and letting himself be overwhelmed. it's all in the technique, babe, thrusting your fingers in slow n' deep and all lazy and soft. i like to imagine how hard it'd be to keep your thrusts gentle when he bucks and jerks in your grip; but i also think he'd simply melt back once he succumbs to the pleasure of the orgasm you bestow upon him, one that leaves him shaking next to you and squirting all over himself and the bed !!

think about how fucking pretty neuvillette's pale thighs would be shimmering in the gleam left by his messy, messy release. do you think he'd wanna taste himself, lick at your dripping fingers and suckle the tang of his cunt off of you? that, and then maybe you can go back down on him, because neuvillette deserves this break. he deserves this, and so, so much more.

just, holy hell, dove . . . i love u sm for this ෆ⁠╹⁠ ⁠.̮⁠ ⁠╹⁠ෆ ur ideas are phenomenal and so is ur writing, 'cos now i'm hard !

#ㅤ✦【 INBOX 】 #【 🕊️ 】 #putting these official things for these cute inbox ask-esques i get >< #bc by god this belongs on a smut tag ! #sub neuvillette #sub genshin #genshin smut #neuvillette smut #genshin thirsts #genshin thirst #seeing this in my inbox the other night made me THROBB bro . . .

[lovelytsunoda]

time after some time // mick schumacher

kisses underneath the collar of a turtleneck sweater

mick is gone a lot because of his job, which makes the moments they share all the more special. especially the moments shared in the half light before he has to go and catch his next flight.

pairing: mick schumacher x female reader

the room was still dark, echoing with the sound of rain tapping against the windows. mick's arms were heavy around her body, holding her tight as he snored lightly against the back of her neck. angie was curled up at the bottom of the bed, her fluffy body weighted against y/n's legs.

the clock radio on her nightstand chimed, softly tuning into the oldies radio station, playing a duran duran song. she kissed mick's hand softly, slipping out of bed, turning off the alarm and reaching for the hoodie she'd thrown over her reading chair.

angie stirred, leaping off the bed and nuzzling against y/n's legs.

mick was still fast asleep.

"come on, girl. let's get you outside." she chirped, patting angie on the side before leading her out of the bedroom and towards the heavy glass patio doors. despite the light rain, angie was eager to run around the backyard and stretch her small, canine legs.

she kept an eye on angie through the bedroom window as she slowly dressed for the day, a chill rising on her skin as she pulled a turtleneck sweater over her head, pushing the cowl over the bottom of her face as she shivered.

mick stirred in bed, a pretty little groan escaping his throat as he rolled over, pulling the duvet over his shoulders.

"morning, sleepyhead." she giggled, leaning over to kiss the side of his head gently. "angie's already outside."

mick grimaced, burrowing into the pillow. "you let her run outside in the rain?"

"we got an apartment with a backyard for a reason, babe. she's a smart girl, she knows to stay on the covered patio."

mick relented, hands gentle on her waist as he pulled her onto the bed. "i love you." he mumbled, voice low as he kissed her, repeating it in between kisses.

there was a muffled bark coming form the other room, followed by a tapping on the patio glass.

"can you let angie in? i'll go start breakfast." she hummed, kissing mick again. "i want you well fed before you get on that plane."

mick laughed, sitting up and letting the duvet fall away from the white tank top covering his sculpted torso. "babe, i'm flying to florida, not switzerland."

"it's still the other side of the country." she laughed, playfully hitting him in the shoulder.

the pair had relocated to texas whilst mick was still with haas, and even after guenther steiner had fired the poor boy, they had fallen in love with the property and the landscape. they lived right near the water, with plenty of walking paths for angie. more than that, it had become home.

"is your mom meeting you in daytona?"

"yeah, she and gina will meet me at the track."

she frowned, brushing mick's messy, blond hair out of his face. "sorry i can't make it this weekend. if work wasn't so hectic, you know that i would."

"i know." mick sighed, kissing her palm. "doesn't change the fact that i'll miss you like hell."

angie barked again, growing impatient as she sat in front of the sliding patio doors. the couple laughed, sharing a soft kiss before breaking apart, one going to let angie back inside and the other to make breakfast.

the kitchen was soon filled with music and the smell of grilled vegetables as y/n started making a frittata, a cyndi lauper album playing softly in the background. her hair was pinned up with a plastic claw clip, the faint smell of a bath and body works spray soaking into her skin. she hummed the words, smiling to herself when she heard the telltale clacking of angies paws on the hardwood floor, followed by mick's laughter as he chased after her.

"you're all wet." she whined as mick hugged her frmo behind, his arms a comforting weight around her midsection.

"take it up with angie. she's fucking quick." mick laughed, nuzzling into her shoulder. "i never stood a chance before she was shaking the water off everywhere."

his nose was cold as he trailed his face over the bare nape of her neck, gently nosing underneath the collar of her sweater before placing a soft kiss at the top of her spine. his hands moved from her waist to the collar of her shirt, holding it out of the way so he could kiss her some more, a show of intimacy that made her heart melt.

"ich leibe dich."

"i love you more."

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[suugarbabe]

heyyy could you write a smut where george weasley and the reader are in a secret relationship and he wants you at the burrow and Ron walks in on you doing *it* so the reader and George are now giving Ron offerings to keep him from saying anything but he accidentally blurts it out that they are it a secret relationship at dinner because he and George got into a petty fight over a fork or something. (i know this is a really long request and if you can't do it i totally understand lysmmmmm)

It wasn't supposed to happen that way, people weren't supposed to find out about you and George until, well, you weren't really sure if you guys were ever going to tell people or just let it fizzle out.

But when Ron walked in to Fred and George's room looking for something he was sure they had stolen, what he instead found himself looking at was your bare ass and your head thrown back as you rode George's cock, his hands gripping and massaging your breasts.

You were so close to your orgasm and telling George so, right before you were cut off by a , "Bloody fucking hell." And your eyes snap open and your head turns to see Ron, mouth agape and cheeks flushed redder than his hair before you scramble off George and cover yourself with the duvet.

George is begging Ron not to tell anyone, bribing him with anything, everything he can think of. Ron swears he'll keep it a secret, that he wont tell anyone, and you think you can trust him.

Until you're at dinner, and fucking hell these Weasley boys can't stop pestering each other for one bloody fucking minute, George messing with Ron one way or another until Ron just gets so angry that he shouts it out.

"George and Y/n are dating each other and have been keeping it from all of us."

And the room is silent, everyone looking from you to George. Your face is on fire and you can't stray your eyes from your plate while George is stumbling over an explanation, but failing miserably.

You think Molly and Arthur are about to ask you to leave the burrow, but instead what you hear is, "See Arthur I told you George was smitten on her. A mother always knows. Welcome to the family, dear. You know I love you so much."

#george weasley fic #george weasley x reader #george weasley smut

[rafedaddy01]

Step Bro, What are you doing?

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Summary: you move across the country and fall for your step brother who teaches you so many new ways to feel good.

You’ve been dating your boyfriend for a year and things were getting pretty serious, until your mom broke the news that you’d have to be moving across the country to live with your new step dad.

You and your boyfriend both agreed you’d try the long distance thing. It was good for a while until something else peaked your interest, or someone else..

“Good morning mother” you say agitated as you take a seat at the breakfast table. “Y/n..” she says in a warning tone.

“How did you sleep sweetheart?” Ward, your new step dad asks. “Fine” hi grumble.

You in fact did not sleep fine.

You and your long distance boyfriend had an argument and let’s just say it did not end well, nasty words were said.

“Okay” you mother drags out as she stuffs a fork full of eggs in her mouth.

“Your step father and I are going on a little weekend trip, we won’t be back until next week. You two behave yourselfs” she points a finger at you and then Rafe, your step brother, so just walked into the kitchen.

“Hey don’t look at me, I’m always on my best behavior” he places his hands up in defense and winks at you.

You roll your eyes and dig into your breakfast.

**

It’s finally the weekend and since your parents are out of town and Sarah and wheezie are each sleeping at a friends house you decide to ‘relieve some tension’.

Rafe won’t be home till later, you overhead him talking to topper and kelce about preparing for some ‘epic party’. Their words, not yours.

You make sure nobody’s home and skip up to your bedroom and shut the door.

You reach into one of your boxes that you haven’t unpacked yet and pull out your old friend, you squeal with excitement as you start peeling cloths off and sprawling yourself out on the bed.

An idea sparks in your head.

You and your boyfriends have been on the outs, maybe if you film him a little hole video for him it’ll fix’s his insecurities.

You prop the phone up on a pillow so he has a good view of your glistening pussy.

You slowly start spreading your legs and smile at the camera as you tweak your nipples and moan.

Your fingers dip in your heat and rub your clot until your back arches.

You reach for your hot pink vibrator and spit on the top before deep throating it.

You and your boyfriend have never actually had sex, you were still a virgin, but you have fooled around a couple times.

You brought the device down to your slit and turned it on, arching your back on impact.

“Oh fuck!” You groan and you slowly push it in and start pumping. “Oh my god” you moan as your free hand comes down to your clit.

“Mmh, right there baby. Don’t stop!” Your panting and you shut your eyes and arch your back, squirting onto your phone.

You turn the device off and start reaching for your phone when you hear someone clapping.

A rock forms in your stomach as you slowly turn towards your door

“Nice show” Rafe smirks at you and strides closer.

You quickly grab the duvet to cover your nakedness, “what the hell rafe! Get out” you shout.

He smirks one more time before turning around “if you ever need a helping hand, or cock, let me know” and with that he leaves.

**

It’s been a few days since the incident with Rafe and you’ve been avoiding him at all costs.

The two have been home all day but hanging out in spectate rooms.

You decide to watch a movie on your laptop and end up falling asleep.

When you wake up you search for your phone but it’s nowhere to be found.

You go out into the hallways and head towards Rafes room, “hey Rafe, can you call my phone I lost it-“ your stopped in your tracks by the sound of moaning, your moaning”

“What the fuck” you push open Rafes door to find him clutching your phone in one hand while the other strokes his cock.

Your eyes widen, but your intrigued.

You stand there watching him and your eyes connect, there’s no shame in his so you think why should there be in yours.

You close his door and lock it, in case Sarah or wheezie decide to come home.

You start walking towards him and he stops stroking himself. “About time” he tosses your phone, but not before turning on your camera.

“Shut up” you straddle him and trap his cock between the two of you

You grasp his neck and push your lips against his.

“This is so wrong” you mutter against his lips before he slips his tongue in your mouth. “That’s what makes it hot” he bites your lip before pulling away.

You two stare at each other for a while before you stand and start stripping.

“You enjoy my little home video, I see” you cock and eyebrow at him.

“I did” he nods as you continue undressing.

“It was for my boyfriend” you say with a smirk as you reach out to pull his shirt off.

Rafes jaw clenches but quickly relaxes as your naked pussy connects with his bare thigh.

“I’ve never..”

“I’ll teach you” he grins as he sinks you down onto his cock.

Your lips part in ecstasy as he slowly guides you up and down his shaft.

“Oh. My. God!” You moan as the pain turns into pleasure and Rafe starts thrusting up into you.

“I’ve wanted this since the first night I saw you” Rafe admits as he comes to nip at your neck.

“Rafe!” Your moaning his name as the core in your stomach begins to tighten.

“Let go for me baby, let go for me not him” he reminds you of your boyfriend as your high hits you and you shudder.

Quickly coming back to reality you jump off him.

“We shouldn’t have done that!” You grab your clothes and rush out of the room, completely forgetting about your phone.

Rafe reaches over and stops the video.

“She’s mine now bro”

He sends the video without any remorse and moves to gather his clothes.

This was just the beginning of your relationship with Rafe.

Pt2 🙈

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[chaussetteblanche]

Could you write a boyfriend!Kit Connor headcannon? Like what it's like to date kit? I just thought that would be rlly cute (^·^)

thanks so much for requesting !! kinda went off, don’t know how long this is :)

boyfriend!Kit headcannon

- right so i just think that kit would be so boyfriend

- like big sweaters

- gives amazing hugs, where you enter a soft, warm and safe world of clean cotton and sweet kisses

- would hug you so tight every time, wouldn’t ever want to let go

- definitely makes stupid jokes like

- “babe what’s this sweater made of ?”

- “i dunno, cotton ?”

- “no, it’s made of boyfriend material, babe,”

- you’d always laugh, of course

- and he’s just to caring and attentive

- had a bad day ? he’s at your door with take out, ready to spend the evening cuddling and listening to you rant

- period-related cramps ? man is RUNNING, i’m talking Usain Bolt shit, to the pharmacy and buying half the stock of pain killers, pads, tampons before getting you anything you crave

- sick ? he’s got a day off work before you know it, will not let you get out of bed, will spoon-feed you chicken broth and won’t leave your side

- he’s not afraid of you getting him sick, he’s almost never sick

- immune system is UP

- he’ll definitely get you to help him rehearse his lines for any upcoming movies or shows

- loves watching you change voices and facial expressions when you help him

- if you two live together, he’s not taking ANY of the gender roles shit

- man is cleaning up after himself and after you, everything is fair in your household

- he respects your boundaries, your work or your studies

- loves cooking with you but when you don’t, you take turns cooking and cleaning

- ain’t no way IN HELL he’s leaving you to do all the housework

- plus he thinks he looks damn good in that pink apron you have lying around in your closet

- if you’re not living together, he’s still helping out as much as he can

- he’s definitely a little scared of bugs but if you are too, he’ll take it upon himself to get them out of the house

- will NEVER kill a bug

- like sure they’re ugly and you don’t want them inside but that’s not a reason to kill then

- “you can’t just go about offing people just ‘cause they’re ugly can you ? same with bugs, innit ?”

- if you’re not scared of bugs, he’s happily hopping on a chair and waiting for you to get it out

- there have been multiple times where you both spotted a very big spider and just collectively agreed to leave the apartment and come back a few hours later, hoping it would be out of sight

- loves sleeping besides you

- will hog the covers

- like will roll up in them like a burrito

- you have to put blood, sweat and tears into every single inch of duvet you get after he’s rolled up, it’s a real struggle because my man is ASLEEP

- def snores a bit

- not like a loud, grizzly bear snore

- but more like a slightly heavy breathing

- but you don’t mind, it lulls you to sleep

- he fckin loooves the rain and the wind and the snow

- just lives for winter

- as much as he loves the summer (cause you’ll wear less clothes) his favourite is definitely the winter

- you’ll spend most of your time together laughing

- like he’s so funny and unhinged sometimes

- loooves to tease you

- about anything really

- expect anything that he notices you get insecure or vexed about, he’s really sensitive as to not hurt you in any way

- but if you mispronounce a word once, it’s coming up in every single conversation for days

- if he’s taller than you he’ll tease you about your height and will purposefully stand close to you to make you feel smaller

- if he’s smaller than you, he’ll definitely use you as something to lean on

- loves touching you all the time

- a hand on the thigh is usually his go to

- but when you’re walking maybe he’ll have his hand in your back pocket or around your shoulders

- loves kissing you, everywhere

- lips and forehead are his go to, but your temples and your nose he also likes to kiss

- he’s not too big on PDA, but will make sure people know you’re together by, as stated above, touching you in some way

- gives the most intoxicating kisses

- like you need a second to gather yourself after most of his kisses

- neck kisses omggg

- you know that scene in heartstopper when he’s “recharging” on charlie

- def does that every time he sees you + neck kisses

- doesn’t really get jealous because he trusts you more than anyone but will definitely get annoyed if someone isn’t taking the hint

- let’s say someone’s hitting on you at the bar, and you’re been very that you aren’t interested but they’re still insisting, he will come up to you, wrap his arms around you and give you the loudest, sloppiest and dirtiest kiss ever right in front of that person

- will then strike up a conversation, completely ignoring the other person, and will wait for them to leave

- is so invested in your life like everything you do is so interesting to him

- you learnt something in school ? tell him about it. you saw someone you hadn’t seen in a while ? tell him about it. started a new show or a new book ? tell him about it.

- man wants to know EVERYTHING there is to know about you

- he definitely remembers every single you thing you tell him in detail

- you’ll tell him about your favourite kind of salad one day and literal months later, he’ll come back with groceries and will have bought that specific kind of salad

- “i didn’t know you liked this kind of salad,”

- “never had it before, but it’s your favourite, so i bought it,”

- GAH melting

- also communication KING

- like we see in heartstopper, he says all the important shit and i feel like he’d be the same in real life

- you’ve been acting distant ? he’s gently asking you about it, has he done something ? he notices you’ve been stressed, are there any reasons ? he notices you’re not eating much ? is anything troubling you ? frowning at yourself in the mirror ? he’s making sure your alright and feeling beautiful

- overall i just think he’d be so sweet and attentive

- just the best boyfriend ever

- so kit if you read this and wanna correct me on anything, i’d gladly spend a few weeks (months, years, lifetimes) as your girlfriend to write a more realistic version

- i’m serious

- call me

- please

#kit connor #kit connor x reader #kit connor x you #kit connor headcannon #kit connor imagine

[stories-and-chaos]

Shrike: Sick Day

[Hazbin Hotel reader insert as Alastor’s “darling life and death partner” Ace x ace relationship, both parties are moderately sex favorable. Just some fluff about how our murderous couple would take care of each other. And of course the rest of the gang has to “help.”]

[One shot, word count 2731, Cw: mild nudity?]

—————

You woke up, aching from head to toe. Despite Alastor being right next to you (the man radiated heat) and the duvet, you were chilled. A sudden coughing fit made you wish for some tea.

Crap. You were sick.

“Mmm, cher?” Your ears must be clogged too. Your husband’s voice sounded staticky and a bit distant, as if you were listening to his radio broadcast. You started to reply but another coughing fit interrupted you.

Another try. “Alastor, good-“ you tried to greet him but you cough didn’t stop.

He sat up and gently put the back of his hand to your forehead. His hand looked a little funny. Did you two not clean up after a kill last night? Maybe that’s why you felt so awful. “Ah, mon petit coeur, you’re sick. Best you stay in bed today my dear.”

“Cher,” you managed to croak out. There went any thoughts of performing tonight. “Your hair is all red and-“ you paused to cough “-there’s twigs in it! Didn’t we wash up last night?” You reached up to brush the twigs away. He was so careful about washing blood off yet his hair must have been soaked with it.

“What?” Maybe the two of you had been up very late; his eyes looked bloodshot too. “Y/N, what are you…?” He trailed off as you got a look at your hand. Goodness, you were still covered in blood too! “Ah, mais non cher. We’re in Hell. Remember my dear?”

“I know I feel awful-“ you said around coughs “-but saying this is Hell is a bit much Alastor.”

He grasped your hand. “Y/N. We’re dead my dear. We have been for almost a century.” He gently brushed a sweaty lock of hair from your face. “We really are in Hell, cher.”

Oh. That wasn’t your ears being clogged up. The Radio Demon. His voice was just like that now. “Fuck.” You flopped back onto your pillow, shrike wings spreading out limply.

“Hmm, I don’t believe either of us would be up for that,” your husband said mildly.

You grumbled. “Isn’t being in Hell punishment enough? Getting sick on top of that seems a bit much.” You did your best to focus your magick. A little silver halo of wind formed above your head to make a cooling breeze.

As you dozed, Alastor busied himself in the kitchen. Shortly he returned with a tray of food and tea. The tea had a generous helping of honey, the bowl of grits was one of your comfort foods and was easy to eat. After making sure you were settled, he left to inform Charlie and the hotel’s residents of the situation.

Unbeknownst to you, once informed that you were ill, Charlie responded with the expected sympathy at first. Then she gasped and launched to her feet. “That’s it! That will be perfect for today’s activity!”

“Say what now?” Alastor’s voice scratched at her sudden enthusiasm.

“We can work on helping Y/N feel better! Hey everyone!” She bounced up and down, waving excitedly at the residents. “Today we’re going to work on ‘helping someone in need!’” Alastor’s eye twitched as she started making plans.

“Sweetie, what’s this all about?” Vaggie asked as she got to the main floor. By then the little group was all gathered in the parlor.

“Y/N is sick sooooo this is the perfect opportunity to work on ‘helping others!’ Being selfless and helping others feel better is sure to help on the path to redemption! So I want everyone to start brainstorming how to make Y/N feel better.” She dashed over to a pile of paper, saying she was sure she had notes about what to do when someone is sick. Alastor’s eyelid continued to twitch.

Vaggie, ever the perceptive one, noticed his irritation. “Charlie, sweetie, did you make sure Alastor and Y/N are okay with this?”

“Right! Alastor, can we all help you take care of Y/N until she’s feeling better?” She clasped her hands together as she looked up at him. Begrudgingly he agreed to ask if you were up for it.

You were sipping your tea, letting the warmth soothe your throat. “I suppose I don’t mind,” you said, surprising your husband as he cleared away the tray. “It’s more interesting than staying in bed all day.”

“If you insist my dear. May I?” He held out his arms to scoop you up at your agreement. “Although you will be right back up here if those misfits go too far.” You chuckled as you curled up in his embrace. Or you tried to, but ended up coughing.

He sighed and carried you down to the parlor. You could hear Charlie cooing at the sight of the Radio Demon gently bringing his wife down the stairs.

One thing you’d come to find out in your afterlife was that your animal traits came to the fore at strange times. One of which was when you weren’t feeling well or recovering from an injury. You preferred being in something more like a nest than a bed at those times. So Alastor snapped his fingers and a pile of overstuffed pillows manifested on the ground.

You shivered as you settled in. “I want the duvet cher.”

“Oh oh! We can do that!” Charlie waved her hand widely. “Angel, Pentious, this is a great way to start!”

“Very well then! Minions! Let us fetch the lady’s blanket for her!” The snake demon slithered to your suite, eggs chattering as they followed along. “‘S called a duvet…” you mumbled sleepily. Once you were wrapped up, your day being a target for ‘assistance’ began. Alastor wasn’t about to leave you alone with them, so he settled into the nearby wingback chair.

Angel disappeared and returned wearing a skimpy nurse’s outfit, complete with thigh high stockings. “Alright toots, Nurse Angel Dust is here to make you feel all better baby.” He pulled a thermometer out of his chest fluff and popped it into your mouth. The thermometer beeped rapidly and he took a look at the reading. “Oh shit, you really are sick.”

You stared at him blankly; Alastor’s eye twitched and his smile twisted in annoyance. “Yes. Yes I am. Thank you for the assessment.” Angel held up a finger and dashed off. He returned with an ice pack, lozenges, and an extremely phallic shaped popsicle.

He plopped the ice pack on your head and popped the frozen treat in your mouth just like he had with the thermometer. “There you go, sweet cheeks, that’ll help your throat. I’ll get you somethin to eat.”

“No need! Doctor Pentious is here with the cure for the lady’s illsss.” Pentious slithered up, dressed in a white coat with a head mirror strapped on. The egg bois had matching outfits and were carrying reflex hammers, tongue depressors, and a bone saw. One had a highball glass ready. Pentious produced a dark colored bottle labeled as Dr. S. Pentious’ Hellish Cure All! For all aches, pains, coughing, toothaches, cramps, and gunshot wounds.

He poured the red tinted dark liquid out. You could swear it smoked in the glass. Before he could hand it to you, Alastor grabbed the glass and tossed it into the fireplace. The glass shattered and the liquid evaporated in the flames, making a puff of skull shaped smoke. “No patent medicines for my darling, chum.”

“What?! It works perfectly for my minions!” Pentious looked offended.

“Your minions are disposable. Y/N is not.” You could see his antlers stretch as his annoyance grew.

“Ooooookay, that’s a good start! Angel, Pentious, how about you two make something for her to eat?” Charlie shoved both of them out towards the kitchen. Thankfully, Alastor calmed down as they left. You continued eating your popsicle, deliberately not thinking about how it looked while he relaxed into the chair with his eyes closed.

“At least they mean well, cher,” you reminded him. He cracked open one eyelid at you, clearly annoyed by everything in existence.

Just as you finished the popsicle (it did help soothe your throat) Husk walked up. “Here, this should actually help.” He held out a medicine cup, with a dose of syrupy liquid in it. “Actual medicine, none of that snake oil crap.” He also had a glass of whiskey for Alastor. “Figure you need something to take the edge off.”

“Perceptive as always Husker,” he sipped gratefully and added, “although I may need more than one of these if this keeps up.”

“I’ll keep ‘em coming boss. Better than you rip our only residents into pieces.”

Husk kept providing glasses of water for you and whiskey for your husband. You vaguely heard some metallic banging and voices from the direction of the kitchen, but nothing really distinct. Eventually Angel and Pentious returned with soup. Chicken noodle, with enough spice to clear your sinuses. The two of them regaled you with how they cooked it, each trying to claim they did more than the other.

Finally Vaggie stepped in. “Look it doesn’t matter which one you dumbasses made it if she doesn’t get to have any because you keep arguing about it. So shut up and let her eat it before it’s cold.”

“Fiiiiiiiine,” Angel leaned over to you with the bowl. “Open wide toots,” sounding way more sensual than any nurse should be.

You grabbed the bowl. “I can feed myself Angel.” Fortunately the soup was pretty good, once you could actually have it. You snuggled into your nest. “Alastor, ma cher, it’s about time for your broadcast.” The sound of a record scratching filled the room as he glared at you, then at Charlie’s group still brainstorming ways to ‘help’ you. “I’ll be fine darling. Vaggie and Husk should be able to wrangle them. I think,” you added in an undertone.

He hesitated and you waved him off with a shooing motion. “Very well cher. I’ll be back right after.” He kissed your knuckles before vanishing into his shadows.

“Y/N, Y/N! I made you tea!” Niffty skittered over with a tea set on a tray. “Merci Niffty, that’s very sweet of you.” She giggled maniacally but you were used to that. “It’s supposed to be really good for when you’re sick, ginger and honeybee!” she added just as you took a sip. You froze and managed to spit it back into the cup.

“Niffty! You’re supposed to use honey not honeybees,” Charlie exclaimed, whisking the cup away. You desperately groped for your water; Pentious realized what you needed and got the glass in your hand. You rinsed your mouth before gulping down the rest. Husk brought you a refill and you chugged that too.

Sir Pentious picked up the tiny maid. “Niffty dear, let’s go clean this up and make some fresh tea.”

“Awww and it took forever to catch all those bees,” she complained as they headed back to the kitchen. “Geez, you can’t take your eyes off her, huh?” Angel said, running a hand through his hair.

“Hey, Angel?” Surprised, he looked down at you. “Could you read for me?”

“Huh? Ya want me to…read?” You nodded. “Uh…sure, I guess. Whatcha wanna hear?”

“There’s a book on my nightstand,” you managed between coughs. Husk brought you a new dose of cough syrup. “Can you grab that?”

“You’re gonna let me into your and Al’s room?” You nodded again. “A’right, so long as Smiles doesn’t get mad at me for it.” He returned a few moments later with the book. “Dang toots, I thought my room was crazy; why d’you have a whole damn swamp in yours?”

“ ‘S a bayou. Reminds us of home,” you said drowsily. The spider demon could only shrug at that. He settled onto the couch, long legs crossed gracefully, and opened the novel to your marked page.

He faltered at first but as he continued his voice got smoother. The pitch dropped just a little and his accent became heavier. It was a bit odd to hear Agatha Christie in his voice, but that didn’t stop you from enjoying it. You ended up falling asleep, thinking you were finally hearing the real Angel.

Alastor returned once his program finished to find you still asleep in your mountain of cushions. Angel was still reading your book, silently now. He’d noticed your light snores, placed your bookmark and kept reading on his own. “Ya know Al, this thing’s pretty good,” he said as he noticed your husband’s arrival. “Your girl’s got good taste.”

“Well, I’m glad you finally noticed.” His voice woke you up; you poked your head out from under the duvet. “How are you feeling cher?”

“Mmm,” you tried to assess things. You felt slightly itchy and sweaty. “I could use a bath.”

Angel Dust immediately perked up. “Oh, Nurse Angel has that covered doll face.” At the flat no from the two of you, he only smiled wickedly. “What? I’ve got six hands,” he popped the hidden arms out, “I can scrub her down real good. And you too, tall, dark, and spooky.” He flashed his gold tooth at Alastor, who finally had enough. Your husband picked you up and after a brief moment of darkness you both appeared in your bathroom.

“Hopefully he got the hint,” you remarked as Alastor gently stripped your nightgown off.

“If not I’ll make sure to drive it home.” He drew the bath for you and lowered you into the tub. “Ah ah cher. I haven’t been able to fuss over you all day,” he scolded as you moved to soap up a sponge. “Surely you won’t deny me the chance to participate in the ‘helping others’ exercise?”

“Never darling.” So you relaxed as he stripped off his jacket, shirt, and undershirt, leaving his trousers on. You stayed passive as he cleaned all the sweat from your skin. He was gentle and thorough, caring but not sensual in his motions. As he massaged your scalp, you felt yourself getting drowsy again.

By the time he was done you were ready to crawl back in bed. “Not yet my dear, we need you dry and dressed first.” You grumbled but shook off sleep to cooperate.

When he brought you back to the main room, you found a fresh bowl of soup, a pot of actual tea, another dose of cough syrup, and your book on the table. The pillow nest and duvet had also been brought up. There was a card written in crayon on the tray of food. Get Well Soon! was on the front, along with smiley faces and rainbows. The inside had signatures from everyone (egg bois 1 through 4 and Frank included) and a message from Charlie thanking you both for your help today.

You handed the card to Alastor; he read it, smirked and set it onto your bookshelf. Unlike Angel earlier, you let him feed you spoonfuls of soup. You could drink your own damn tea though. Once the food was gone, he settled you back into your nest with a kiss to your forehead. “Bonne nuit, cher.”

That was your routine for the next few days, until Hell’s version of influenza ran its course. Just a couple days after you started feeling better though, you were awoken by deep coughs next to you. “Oh no darling.” Of course Alastor caught it. Through his bleary red eyes you could tell he was dreading the attentions of the hotel residents. “Not to worry cher, I’ll handle it.”

In a reversal of last week, you told Charlie that Alastor was sick. She was again sympathetic before getting excited. “This is great! We can review everything we learned taking care of-“

“No. No no no Charlie. Alastor is not a patient patient and even sick he’ll rip them to bits. So I’ll take care of him and you guys can help me. From outside the room. Understood?”

The princess might have insisted but Vaggie quickly spun her and slid the taller girl across the floor. “Yup, last week was stressful enough, I’m not pushing our luck again. C’mon sweetie, let’s get started on the soup.”

Satisfied you returned to your suite and let your husband know the situation. “Merci, mon petit coeur,” he managed before a coughing fit kicked off. You rubbed his back. “It’s the least I can do darling.”

A/N: Happy Valentines Day readers and especially to my fellow acespecs! 💜🤍🩶🖤

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[wileys-russo]

my girl II a.russo x reader

i got many nonnies asking for unc era mean gf less or unc captain less, so i hereby grant you all both 🫡  PSA: i've never been to an american college :)

my girl II a.russo x reader 4.95K words.

your eyes shot awake heart hammering in your chest at the shock of hearing your girlfriends alarm blare loudly around the small dorm room. "babe, alarm." you gently nudged her soundly sleeping form beside you, the english girl not moving a muscle.

"less, alarm." you shook her tiredly as the blonde groaned quietly and pushed her head under her pillow, never having been a morning person this routine was not new to you. "less come on, you have training." you smacked her on top of the covers, only receiving a tired grunt in reply.

"alessia turn it off!" you whined shoving her again this time much harder and rolling onto your side, pulling the covers over your head. you felt her finally sit up beside you grumbling obscenities under her breath as still half asleep she dropped her phone, hanging her body over the side of the bed to tap the alarm off and returning it back to her bedside table.

"don't go back to sleep! you know you can't be late again." you tiredly kicked at her as she tried to lay back down beside you, unwrapping her arms from where they'd wound around your torso. your girlfriend would be on her third strike now if she was late and had been warned she would be stripped of her captaincy and promptly benched for this weeks game.

"i just want to cuddle." the blonde rasped tiredly, voice cracking and coated with sleep as you reached out a hand to gently wipe the sleep from the corner of her eyes with your thumb. "you have to go." you reminded softly, wanting nothing more than to spend the next few hours wrapped up in her arms but knowing you couldn't let her be in trouble again as your girlfriend sighed, rolling away from you.

"its so fucking early who the hell wants to do a team run at five in the morning?" alessia complained quietly, dragging her hands tiredly down her face and slowly swinging her body out of bed, letting out a deep sigh as she pulled herself to her feet.

"there's that positive winning mentality your team needs from their captain." you mumbled sarcastically, sending her a small smile. "shut up would you." the girl rolled her eyes, tugging her pajama top over her head as your eyes shamelessly roamed her bare back.

"if you're gonna lay there and check me out the least you can do is come shower with me." the blonde raised an eyebrow as she turned to face you, nodding her head behind her to the bathroom and crossing her arms over her naked chest.

"it's four thirty in the morning baby, you're dreaming if you think i'm leaving this bed." you chuckled honestly, tucking your body further into the warm cocoon of the duvet so only the top of your head peeked out.

"not even for me?" the blonde pouted, jutting her hip out and tilting her head to the side, the normal pose when she wanted something you weren't willing to give to her. "not even for a million dollars." you sighed, closing your eyes again as the older girl huffed and you heard her retreat to the bathroom, drifting back off to sleep as the shower started.

you again awoke as the bed dipped and someone sat beside you, your girlfriend now dressed and putting on her shoes. "sorry baby, go back to sleep." the blonde smiled apologetically, running a hand through your hair and bending down to press a kiss to your forehead. "look whose in a nice mood now." you smiled tiredly, the striker quick to roll her eyes at your words.

"you'd be grumpy too if you had to get up for a run at five in the morning and then go to class afterwards. when you should be soundly sleeping in bed with a beautiful girl instead!" alessia huffed, lacing up her trainers. 

"try not to make anyone cry today, beautiful girls don't date bench warmers." you teased with a smile, it was not unknown your girlfriend could hardly be kind when pushed. she might have had somewhat of a baby face but if anyone dared to tell her that you could be certain she would go out of her way to make them regret it.

alessia in simpler terms could be quite the mean girl when she wanted to.

which is why the news of the two of you dating circulated the school like wildfire, the rumour even sending shock waves through alessia's close friends and team mates that she had locked you down as her girlfriend. 

you who was on the honor roll and spent your free time tutoring your peers at no cost, you who started a campus wide initiative to recycle more and seemingly didn't have a mean bone in your entire body, you who would go out of your way to smile at strangers and was consistently advocating for those less fortunate than yourself.

you who was now dating alessia.

alessia who would make you run laps till you threw up if you even dared to look at her in what she deemed to be the wrong way, alessia whose tongue cut like a silver sword never failing to retort back the most personal of jabs or insults when feeling challenged. 

though you were joking it was not a joke that the blonde had made people cry, both peers and team mates alike.

she was ruthless when she needed to be, lashed out when threatened, hot headed and quick to a temper but she was a phenomenal striker and the most promising captain the team had seen in years, a junior national championship already secured under her leadership with her team headed steadily for a second one this season.

she was a natural born leader and if you steered clear of her bad side she could be a fiercely loyal friend, team mate and captain. but she was not someone you messed around with hence the disbelief that of all people to date her, it was you.

but the girl you'd fallen in love with, the blonde who kissed you softly and murmured in italian how much she adored you wasn't that same ruthless titan she was branded to be. 

though it didn't mean you couldn't see why others said that, you were in love not blind. 

you unlike almost everyone else had never been afraid to call her out on her behavior, maybe one of the only people in the world who could do so without repercussions, at least most of the time.

"a comedian as always amore mio, i'll see you in sociology." the striker pressed a sweet kiss to your lips before grabbing her training bag and leaving, knowing if she lingered around any longer she'd be late and despite your light hearted teasing she did not want to become a bench warmer.

~

"so then you just need to expand on your opening statement and add maybe one or two more concrete points into your final argument, and you're good to go!" you handed lotte back her paper with a reassuring smile, the girl nodding along eagerly and making notes of your feedback. 

"god i'd be lost without you, you know if less hadn't already snatched you up..." the brunette trailed off teasingly, alessia's had snapping up from her computer, piercing blue eyes slit into a menacing glare.

"easy tiger i'm only joking! down boy down." lotte mocked whipping something as you laughed loudly, your girlfriend knocking her knee against yours and mumbling about how you always took her best friends side over hers. 

lotte was maybe one of the only other people who could call alessia out without repercussions, the girl somewhat of an older sister figure to her since they'd made the move across to america together.

"that's because she's usually right and you're usually wrong." you grinned. "watch it, or you'll pay for it later." the blonde spoke quietly, a smug smile tugging at her lips at the rosy pink blush that dusted your cheeks at her insinuating words.

"stop!" you mumbled, alessias cheeky grin only widening at how easy it could be to rattle you sometimes. "weren't saying that last night were we bella ragazza? Quite the opposite if memory serves correctly." she continued to tease, calling you pretty girl in italian as she adored the way the tips of your ears went red at the foreign terms of endearment. 

your blush deepening you punched her in the arm and again mumbled for her to cut it out as lotte mocked throwing up, loudly reminding the two of you that she was still here and did not appreciate the choice of conversational material.

"how's your paper going then einstein?" you redirected the conversation and rested your head on the blondes shoulder, eyes scanning her laptop screen. "baby we've been here for an hour and you've written....eleven words. four of which are your name!" you chuckled, your girlfriend thumping her head back against the lounge with a dramatic moan.

"i hate history, if all these people are dead why are we still writing about them!" alessia threw her hands up with a huff, you and lotte sharing an amused smile at her antics. "because if we don't talk about historic events they disappear from memory, you know how you like to remind everyone that you scored the winning goal in the championship so we don't forget!" you smirked, alessia simply scoffing at the comment.

"this is why she's my favorite. gorgeous, smart and witty. the full package! you ever get sick of this one..." lotte nodded to less and sent you a wink, you quick to place a hand on your girlfriends thigh and squeezing gently to divert her attention as she opened her mouth to give the brunette in front of her a piece of her mind.

"lay off lots her head might explode if you keep going, and her poor brain needs all the protection it can get." you joked to her best friend, moving to press your lips against alessia's as once more she scoffed and turned to now let you have a piece of her mind, words melting away instantly as she swooned at the touch of your lips on hers.

"go on at least do your opening statement before training." you encouraged grabbing your textbook out of your bag, intending to now focus on your own work. "baby." alessia tapped your leg wanting your attention, shifting her body to face you more as you looked on curiously.

"love of my life, girl of my dreams, keeper of my heart-" alessia grabbed your hands in hers as she started to speak. "here we go!" lotte mumbled knowingly with a roll of her eyes, fingers tapping away at her keyboard. "can you pretty pretty pretty pleasee write my paper for me?" alessia finished with a pout, repeatedly kissing your knuckles before you tugged your hands away with a chuckle. "okay." you smiled sincerely, both lotte and alessias eyes widening in shock at the unexpected answer.

"really?" alessia grinned happily. "no! you can do your own." you laughed opening your textbook with a shake of your head at the shameless request. "burned!" lotte snickered, alessia shooting her a mean look before her attention returned to you.

"but yours is already done and its not due until next week and-" she began to argue as you silenced her with only a look. "no less, do your own. i will always help you but i'm not doing it for you."  you replied firmly not removing your gaze from your textbook, alessia simply sighing in defeat.

"you could have written a whole paragraph by now instead of wasting time whinging about it." you glanced up to give her a sweet kiss, but alessias hand on the back of your neck didn't allow you to pull away any sooner than she wanted, her tongue roaming your mouth briefly before you playfully shoved her away, telling her once again to do her paper.

"you two are so adorable its honestly disgusting." lotte gagged, crossing her legs underneath her and focusing her attention back on her paper. "jealous?" alessia smirked, kissing your cheek as lotte scoffed. "not as bad as you." the brunette shot back quickly, silencing the blonde who did indeed have an issue with her jealousy when it came to you.

one of your only downfalls was your trusting nature and somewhat naive lens on life, both men and women would continually flirt with you and you simply brushed it off as them being friendly, which drove alessia up the wall mad with jealousy.

~

"hey breathe and reset, you've got this! i love you." you grabbed your girlfriends attention as you shot down to the barrier at half time, sending her a reassuring smile and blowing her a kiss as she nodded and took a long drink of water, tuning in to what her coach was saying.

they were down 2-0 and couldn't seem to catch a break, the other teams offence pressing them harder and harder with each minute clocked away. alessia couldn't help but let her eyes wander over to the other team who huddled a few feet away, watching as one of the girls nudged her team mate, nodding up toward you and mumbling something with a smirk.

alessias fists balled and she threw her bottle to the side, wiping her mouth and fixing the captains armband on her bicep as the whistle blew for the game to recommence. quickly darting back to you, your eyebrows furrowed slightly in confusion as to why she wasn't joining her team mates on the field.

"is everything oka-" you started to ask, cut off by the blondes lips pressing to yours and her hands grabbing needily at your top (which was really her top, her last name splayed proudly across the back of your shoulder blades) to tug you as close as possible without her pulling you over the top of the barrier as she bit down on your bottom lip and you withheld a moan. 

without you even realising alessias thumb caressed the small silver A pendant which hung around your neck, the necklace a gift for your birthday a couple of months ago, a bold but subtle confirmation to everyone that you were hers.

then just as quickly and wordlessly as she'd arrived she was gone, racing back out onto the pitch as you blinked a few times, head spinning from the brief deprivation of oxygen. you couldn't help but chuckle to yourself at the girls possessive nature, already sure she did that to prove a point, though you were unsure what that point actually was.

returning to your seat and cupping your hands over your mouth you and your friends screamed out encouragement to both alessia and her team, the three of you huddled together under an umbrella as it began to pour down a few minutes into play.

the team worked hard, the rain working to their advantage as the keeper slipped and the ball tumbled into the back of the net, 2-1. it was coming down to the last few minutes of play, the opposition kicking the ball out and earning the heels a corner.

alessia shoved from left to right as she set herself into position, a defender either side of her as she yelled out to her team to press in closer. "so that girl wearing your jersey, she your sister or something russo?" alessias head snapped to the side, meeting the smug grin of the girl who she caught checking you out earlier.

trying to block her out and focus on the game alessia tugged her shorts up higher and zoned in, shoving from left to right to try and free up space as lotte lined up the corner. "she's way out of your league russo, might have to go have a little chat to her after the game, talk some sense into her about dating a real winner." alessia turned grabbing the girl by her shirt as lotte connected with the ball, sending it beautifully right toward alessias head.

however too preoccupied with her jealousy alessia realized a split second too late, jumping to connect as the ball sailed right past her and with a few touches was sent flying back down toward the other goal.

 "get your head in the game less don't listen to her." lotte grabbed at alessia who turned to sprint off after the girl, now even more riled up she'd missed a perfect chance to equalize. 

"i'm fine lotte get off!" alessia snapped, shoving away the defender and storming off. lotte shook her head with a disappointed sigh before quickly ordering the rest of the defensive line to fall back.

the game played on as the rain came down harder, an extra three minutes of stoppage time tacked on as alessia regrouped her team, giving them the best pep talk of encouragement she could muster as the whistle blew for play to resume, the opposition having made their substitutions as the ball was sent off the line, earning them a throw in from around half way.

the ball was sent hurtling toward their goal, alessia charging off after it despite her coach screaming for her to stay forward in attack. catching sight of alessia flying down the pitch you grabbed your best friends hand, squeezing tightly as your eyes flickered nervously to the timer on the scoreboard.

the girl from before readied herself to receive a throw in, feeling alessia appear behind her and shove her forward, marking her up as tight as she could. but now knowing exactly how to get under the blondes skin the girl blew you a kiss, calling out this win was for you as your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, glancing behind you and just assuming she was gesturing to someone else.

though alessias fate had all but been sealed at that point as her body surged with jealously and once more she saw red, the ball thrown in right to the girls feet she took off quickly down the field. 

alessia fueled with a jealous rage charged off after her, ignoring the refs final whistle to end the game she slid in to take out the girls legs, studs up as a loud thud sounded and the girls head hit the ground as she let out a loud cry of pain.

quickly back to her feet alessia bent down to say something before a hand grabbed the back of her jersey, lotte yanking her away and holding her back as alessia struggled in the taller girls grip.

"let go of me!" alessia grunted as lotte dragged her away, the medical team racing on to help the girl to her feet, her team mates watching on in shock as the ref suddenly appeared in front of alessia.

"number nineteen, red card!" she announced, holding up the small card as lotte let alessia go, her coach screaming out protests it was after the whistle. "are you happy now?" lotte questioned as alessia shoved past her, storming off  angrily into the change rooms after the last minute booking.

"lots!" you called out to your friend from the barrier, the brunette jogging over at your request. "what the hell just happened?" you questioned with a frown, the reasoning behind the incredibly unnecessarily dirty tackle a mystery to you. "maybe you should talk to-" lotte tried but you sent her a pointed look, both of you knowing that wouldn't get you the answer you wanted.

"that girl she tackled, she'd been making some comments about you to wind less up and she took the bait way too easily and well..." lotte gestured to the girl who was still being medically attended to on the sideline. "she could have seriously hurt her! and now she's benched for the next two games." you buried your face in your hands with a huff of frustration at your girlfriends unnecessary jealousy, lotte squeezing your shoulder with a small smile.

"sorry you played great, you all did! go have a hot shower its been well earned." you gave the taller girl a quick hug before she followed the rest of her team into the change rooms.

alessia sat by her locker with a face like thunder, glaring down at the floor as her team mates filed in, conversations hushed and none directed toward her, no one game enough to dare speak up to the captain when she was like this, mostly for fear of her response.

she'd already been given a stern talking to from her head coach, the man explaining he was going to try and contest the card but regardless of the outcome alessia would be benched next game, and expected to show up a half hour early to training tomorrow to run laps.

alessia had wordlessly nodded, handing over her captains arm band when asked to and keeping her gaze trained to the floor, busying herself counting the drops of mud on her boots and trying her best to tune out the gentle buzz of her team mates.

one by one they filed out of the change room, lotte also not bothering to even try to talk to her friend until eventually it was only alessia left, cold and wet from the rain she began to shiver. 

though she hadn't even managed to take off her boots before a new set of footsteps sounded and you rounded the corner. 

"are you stupid?" you questioned right away, hands on your hips as alessias head snapped up, glaring at you. "i said, are you stupid? because that dirty last minute tackle sure was! you could have seriously hurt her." you reprimanded, unknowingly only firing alessia up again.

"if you care about her health and well being so much then go bother her and leave me alone." alessia grunted as she pulled off her soaking wet socks and shin pads. "i don't know how many times we need to have the conversation that there is zero reason for you to be so jealous. i only have eyes for you, i've never cheated, i never would cheat, i love you! you stubborn fucking idiot." your fists balled by your sides as alessia ignored you, continuing to undress and change out of her uniform.

"well?" you questioned, awaiting some sort of response from the striker as she tugged a dry hoodie over her head. "what?" alessia snapped, patience wearing incredibly thin, mostly mad and upset with herself more than with you, even if she was currently unable to express that.  "i've warned you before alessia i won't deal with this immature jealous bullshit." you spoke firmly, alessia letting out a sarcastic bark of laughter at your words.

"well fuck off then!" the blonde spat angrily, regretting the words as soon as they left her mouth, a bitter resentment settling on her lips. 

knowing the more you engaged the worse your argument would be you only scoffed in disbelief. not uttering a single word you were quick to pull her jersey over your head, throwing it on the floor in front of her and grabbing lottes jacket from her cubby, covering your half naked torso and storming out of the change room.

"fuck!" alessia shouted, kicking her kit bag and sitting back down, dragging her hands down her face with a groan.

~

alessia took a shaky breath as she shifted nervously from one foot to the other, one hand gripping a bunch of your favorite flowers, the other balled into a fist about to knock on your door. "looks like its grovelling time." alessia heard and quickly turned around, setting her sights on two freshman who were walking past in the small corridor of your dorms.

"what did you two just say?" alessia with a face like stone stepped toward them menacingly as their own faces paled, hasty apologies dropping from their lips as they hurried off in the opposite direction. flaring her nostrils alessia took a deep breath, shaking it off and re-focusing on the task at hand.

it had been three days now since the match and alessia had tried on several separate occasions to speak with you, but you'd blanked her each time via text, affirming you wanted some space. and so alessia had obliged, but with each minute that passed knowing you were upset with her, her heart ached and she unraveled more and more.

unable to watch her best friend crumble any further lotte had given her a pep talk worthy of an award and sent the striker marching off toward your room, determined to make things up to you.

 so with a nod alessia rolled her shoulders and knocked, holding her breath as she patiently awaited you to answer. your roommate had gone home for the upcoming break, so she knew if you didn't answer you were likely to assume it was her and purposefully not answer.

but those doubts trickled away as the door swung open, alessias heart leapt into her mouth at the sight of you, not having laid eyes on you since the game 3 days ago, the memory only making her stomach tighten further in knots.

"what?" you asked bluntly, clad only in a large UNC hoodie and matching shorts, alessia having to use all of her self control for her eyes not to roam downward to your toned tanned legs out on display.

"i'd really like an opportunity to apologise, can i please come in?" alessia asked hopefully, and you purposely waited a moment until you answered, enjoying seeing the normally confident striker squirm.

"guess so." you shrugged, standing aside and nodding for her to come in, closing the door afterward. "for you." alessia held out the flowers shaking slightly as you took them off her, nodding in a silent thanks and placing them down on your desk.

"you can sit down, don't be weird." you mumbled with a roll of your eyes, the girl standing awkwardly in the middle of the room shifting on the balls of her feet. with a hasty nod alessia took a seat at your desk, spinning the chair to face you as you sat cross legged on your bed, looking at her expectantly to speak.

"you know i'm sorry and though i've said it over message i want to say it again. what i said to you even out of anger, wasn't okay and never will be okay. i was angry with myself for that stupid tackle and letting her get to me so much, i need to work on my jealously and i acknowledge that." alessia started, pausing and exhaling as you nodded for her to continue.

"i know you would never cheat, and i know what everyone says about me not deserving you and they're right. i am a stubborn idiot, i'm hot headed and irrational and rude, but i'm also so so incredibly in love with you and the thought of anything ruining that drives me mad." alessia continued and admittedly your stony front began to melt at her words, unable to really be upset with her for much longer, now you were here and looking at her all you wanted was to wrap her up in a tight hug and never let go.

"i take responsibility for my actions and if you'll forgive me then i promise to spend every day working on trying to better them." alessia finished, a small smile ghosting at your lips at her words. "lotte helped you prepare that, didn't she?" you asked, though the amused smile tugging at the corners of your mouth assured alessia it wasn't an accusatory question.

"she might have helped a little bit." the striker admitted with a guilty smile, nervously playing with her fingers as you pulled yourself off the bed. alessia tensed in surprise as you moved to sit on her lap, warm hands cupping her cheeks as she hesitantly placed her hands on your waist.

"if you ever tell me to fuck off again i will cut your legs off and toss them in the ocean so you can never play football again." you warned with an innocent smile, alessia nodding enthusiastically in a silent promise.

"and everyone says i'm the mean one." the blonde mumbled as you rolled your eyes, moving to wrap your arms around the back of her neck. "i think you've got some making up to do captain russo." you murmured, breath warm as your mouth ghosted alessias lips, leaning back a little with a teasing smile as the blonde went in for a kiss.

"well then, would you like me to show you how sorry i am?" the older girl smiled cheekily, hands slowly moving from your waist to cup your bum. "i think that's the only reasonable response really." you grinned, squealing as alessia suddenly stood, wrapping your legs around her waist.

taking only a few steps forward the striker quickly dropped you onto the mattress and climbed on top of you. sweet nothings were exchanged in between soft kisses as your girlfriends lips roamed your body, claiming their mark on every inch of skin you'd allow.

she may have been a hot headed mean tempered often stubborn idiot, but she was yours and you were hers, and nothing would ever change that.

#woso #woso x reader #alessia russo #alessia russo x reader #woso imagine #woso fanfics #engwnt

[lueurjun]

enemies to lovers with yeonjun

yeonjun x reader — in which you hate him and assume he hates you back, until you realise that maybe he never hated you at all. it’s a long one! requests are open if you want something specific <3

choi yeonjun is the bane of your existence

his mere presence— oof. it infuriates you for no reason

it wouldn’t be so bad if you didn’t have to see him everyday

but unfortunately you do

because he’s your brothers (soobin) best friend and has been practically adopted by your family

dear soobin simps feel free to change your brother, i get it bae i totally get it

you can’t catch a break he’s practically moved in at this point

you’re tired of seeing this boy everywhere you look

cant you just go downstairs at 3 am for a glass of water without finding him shirtless in your kitchen munching on a sandwich??

your parents have more pictures of him in your house than of you

#favouritism

#hesthechildtheyalwayswanted

your hatred for him started when you were eight years old

it even caused a rift between you and soobin bc your dumbass bother picked HIS side over yours

#evenmorefavouritism

#justicefory/n:(

what did he do?

PURPOSELY spilled his grape juice all over the front of your trousers making it look like your eight year old self pissed yourself

on a park with fellow kids your age who are mean as hell

you got bullied pretty bad after that and though time moved on and they forgot, you never did

it stuck with you

get behind me i’ll rip his hair out

say the word and i’ll fight him for u

anyways from that day on you DETESTED him

and he’s dumb so he has no idea why but instead of asking

he decided to dislike you back because in his mind that’s the most logical thing to do

what an idiot am i right?

a handsome one tho;)

sorry:( we dislike him rn i still got ur back

constant squabbling over the smallest things because he didn’t know when to shut up and you just hated his face

but not really because if you swallowed your pride just a tad you would admit that you do see the handsomeness within him

don’t worry bae you can admit that you’d jump on his bones if you didn’t hate him so much

ahem. anyways.

you cannot stand him because he’s the devils spawn and he doesn’t deserve your praise

until you’re set to go to prom and you have a really cute date with someone you’d had a crush on for a really long time

yeonjun of course makes a comment about your appearance but you don’t even care

because you have a date with someone special

and he has to attend with soobin so who’s the real loser?

not him my love id love to go with soobin

they leave and you wait back for your date to pick you up

time is ticking by and you’re starting to get a little nervous

your parents are starting to look at you in sympathy and you absolutely want the ground to swallow you up

because you’ve been stood up and it becomes apparent when an hour has passed and still no show or text and you’re starting to feel insecure and stupid

ur perfect bby lemme at ‘em

just when you’re about to hang up your outfit and hide beneath your duvet covers

the doorbell rings and you spring up with immense happiness

because your date hasn’t forgotten you after all

only when you answer the door it isn’t your date

rather yeonjun?? standing with flowers?? and no soobin in sight??

your parents are literally cradling each other in awe

and you’re like ??

“i know being stood up sucks for you but it’s the perfect opportunity for me to make right whatever wrong i did… and ask you to be my date…”

he sounds nervous?? genuine??

there’s a glimmer of hope in his eyes that you just don’t have in you to crush

so you accept the flowers and press a kiss to his cheek before eventually taking his arm

“i kinda don’t wanna go to the prom anymore… can we just go get something to eat? unless you wanna go?”

he seems kinda surprised for a second but then he grins with that stupid little twinkle in his pretty little eyes that admittedly have you swooning

“i’d prefer that honestly”

so that’s exactly what you do

yeonjun drives to a mcdonald’s and he pays for your food and then you just sit in the car park

together

and for as long as you’ve known him you have never actually hung out with him one on one for longer than fifteen minutes

but somehow it’s not awkward?

you both swing into subtle jokes and he even throws in a few flirty comments here and there

which takes you by surprise but what shocks you more is that you don’t mind them??

you retaliate to them but with the same flirty undertones

flirting in a mcdonald’s car park dressed to go to prom

that’s so romantic get out

the bar is in hell i know

don’t even @ me i need a moment rn

i ship u both. get married pls

anyways after eating until your stomachs felt full and there were tears of laughter in your eyes

the dreaded question rolls around

“why do you hate me?”

way to ruin the vibes yeonjun

“because you suck”

i rate the honesty babe

“ok sure i deserve that i think- but what did i do? you never used to hate me when we were kids”

you’re a little annoyed now

because how does he not remember the incident that has stuck in your mind for years?

“do you seriously not remember?”

and he shakes his head looking all clueless

which makes you feel a little embarrassed because had you just been dramatic this entire time?

maybe a little but it’s valid. i back u 100%

get his ass you sweet thing!

“you spilled grape juice all over my jeans at the park and told everyone i peed! i got made fun of for so long after that! it was mean!”

the vibe has been completely ruined now

well done yeonjun

speaking of yeonjun, he feels terrible

he remembers that incident back when he was an absolute menace

he still is but not as bad

what makes him feel worse is that you’ve only ever attacked him due to the hurt he caused you

meanwhile, he was just as mean back in retaliation

his world was literally crumbling

“and soobin took your side! you took my street cred and my brother!”

i’m soobin’s lawyer. he didn’t mean it

okay sorry! i still have your back!

“i’m sorry—truly. i didn’t realise how much it would hurt you or that you held a grudge—”

“maybe you should’ve asked.”

“i know. i’m sorry. i know nuggets won’t help but you can have an extra one of mine…”

you wanted to stay mad at him

but with the way his big eyes stared back at you whilst he held up a nugget as a peace offering

there was something oddly adorable about it

you take it from him because duh? who wouldn’t?

i mean vegans probably wouldn’t—

if you’re a vegan i’m so sorry imagine you’re eating something else

“why did you decide to take me to prom?”

you can’t help but ask the question that’s been prodding at you since you left the house

“saw your jackass date with someone else and soobin felt bad but he had his own date so i said i’d come get you…”

oh.

so it was just a favour for soobin

ok :D that’s fine

not tho is it bae? you lyin?

apart of you hoped that he asked you because he wanted to

perhaps the disappointment showed on your face because suddenly he starts stuttering

but you shake your head and force a smile

me in the mirror after an emotional breakdown :P

“let’s go then. he’s probably wondering—”

“no. that was a cop out.”

pussy

you just gape at him waiting for him to carry on

because what else are you meant to say?

“i wanted to ask you to be my date a while ago but you hated me and to be honest i never hated you, i just felt… i don’t know… bitter i guess? and that’s no excuse. i’m a dick and i know it. but when i saw your date with someone else, i knew it had to be some kind of sign that you were meant to attend the prom with me.”

okay romcom confession KING

go off

before you can comprehend anything, he carries on with his ramble

“i’m so sorry for the hurt i inflicted on you when we were kids, and for the way i’ve behaved since then. i know it won't make up for everything, but if you let me, i will spend every day of my life trying to make it up to you. Even if it takes forever for your feelings of hatred towards me to diminish or disappear altogether, i’ll wait - and hope that one day, i can prove myself to be a worthy partner for you.”

someone grab a bucket i’m gonna be sick ( i’m sliding down my wall crying rn )

i’d fold in an instant

kdrama yeonjun GO OFF

you kinda just sit there like a lemon for a sec

because wot?

literally like what is going on?

“you’ll have to grovel.”

“i will. believe me.”

“and you won’t hurt me?”

“never.”

there’s this look in his eyes that you haven’t seen before

a determined and genuine look that has you feeling quite assured

the grudge against him is still there, of course, it’s not just going to go away

but it’s not as strong and you find yourself feeling rather excited

“then consider this our first date. the first step to making things right.”

yeonjun is a little wary as he takes your hand but the nerves settle when you don’t recoil from him

hesitantly he kisses your knuckles with a grin

“to making things right.”

surprisingly, you’re thankful your date stood you up

but no one is thankful as yeonjun

gosh why do i do these? i literally make myself cry

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[nyonyen]

I'd love to see you write something regarding the human pet reader taking a nap beside their loving master and subsequently meeting Randal and Satoru in the dreamscape .. what escapades could occur from that i wonder

SWEET REVERIE

randal ivory x f!reader x satoru tsukada | AO3 | 18+ ᴛᴀɢs: threesome, rough + unsafe sex, blow-jobs, honorifics, dirty talk, heavy rantoru overtones, inner satoru thoughts

You huff slightly as Randal corrals you into your shared room, the night coming to an end far sooner than you had wanted, “I was just about to beat you in Diddy Kong Racing, and now you decide actually to follow Luther’s bedtimes?”

“Hush, hush,” he grins as he gestures to your fluffed-up coffin sheets, “As your dearest master, I must keep your human needs in mind! Otherwise, Luther’ll let you loose on the side of the highway again…”

Shuddering at the mistake Luther made a few months ago, you sigh, “Alright, whatever. Just don’t wake me up in the middle of the night to go to the cemetery again, okay?”

“No promises! Terry’s graveyard is always on my mind, haha!” Randal crawls into his coffin, and you watch as one of his all-knowing dolls floats to flip the light switch.

You hop into yours as well, bringing the duvet up to cover your eyes from your master’s intense stares, “Good night, master.”

He leans over to your coffin, placing a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Sleep tight, don’t let the bugs bite you!”

Rubbing your eyes, you lift your head from the school desk you find yourself sitting at. You had no recollection of getting here or even the last time you were somewhere outside the rural hell where the Ivory’s resided.

Looking around through lidded eyes, you find yourself surrounded by odd amalgamations of what seem like stereotypical Japanese high-school students. They were almost like mannequins— frozen, but not immovable either.

“Hey, what’re the odds?” A voice snaps you out of your analysis of the situation, making you whip your head around in fear. Of course, it was Randal— you never could escape that ginger brat. “Well, I know the odds, it’s like 18.5%, but math is for neeerds anyway.”

“Where exactly did you drag me to this time?” You mutter, idly smoothing down your school uniform’s skirt— when did you change into this? “I thought I said I didn’t wanna go anywhere…”

“First of all, you didn’t say that specifically— but this isn’t even my fault!” He cocks his head unnaturally, watching your discomfort with fascination. “I can’t tell if I’m in your dream, or you’re in mine… hyper-lucidity, what a thing.”

He mumbles some more exposition as you exit the cramped desk, staring at the sailor fuku you’re now wearing— it was so painfully cliché. You wondered if this was how Randal would want you to dress outside of this so-called dream.

“Wait, if we’re here…” You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he suddenly grabs your hand roughly to lead you out of the classroom, “You gotta meet my extra special friend!”

“Your extra special what?”

As if in a blink, you find yourself in another classroom, but this one was rid of all student desks— except one large table in the middle. It looked like a club room of sorts, but it was indiscernible for what in particular.

Your eyes dart up to see a dark-haired and oddly pale boy watching you from beyond the table. He sports an empty smile and even emptier eyes— but they sure were beautiful.

“There he is, my buddy ol’ pal!” Randal waltzed over to meet him, pulling his cheeks in an odd sort of greeting. “This is my friend Satoru… he’s pretty cool.”

Satoru, as you now know him, smiles and leans his head to the side— you wanted to hurl at the sight of yet another anime cliché. You wave slightly, but feeling a distinct sense that his individual already had disdain for you, “It’s lovely to meet one of Randal’s friends. If I’m being honest, I didn’t know he had any… other than me, of course.”

A flash of something unidentifiable appears on his face, and Satoru nods politely, “I’m his best friend, (Y/N). I’m surprised Randal didn’t mention me! Well, I don’t mind.”

Lowering your head, you make a noise of affirmation, “Of course, yeah… I guess he mentioned me since you know my name already!”

He doesn’t grace you with a response, but instead turns to Randal, “Did you wanna do something in the club room, is that why you’re here?”

“Yeah, you could say that!” With a smile, he leans into Satoru’s ear as you wander about the room. “I was thinking you and I could have some fun… doesn’t that sound so nice?”

Nodding vehemently, he couldn’t believe this was finally happening. Him and Randal… for lack of a better phrase, was a dream come true! “Really? I’ve waited so long, I didn’t know you—”

“Perfect!” He cuts off Satoru’s spiel, not noticing the misunderstanding, “I’ll go talk to (Y/N)... ease her into it. I know she’ll understand, she’s such a good pet!”

Randal runs over to you as you inspect the dusty Go boards, leaving his friend to infer what exactly he meant by ‘fun.’

“Oh, (Y/N)!” He sing-songs, wrapping his cold hands around your eyes, “You love being good for your master, right?”

You nod, your interest piqued, trying to peel away his fingers from squishing your eyes, “Yes, of course… why?”

“That makes sense, you’re always such a good girl,” Randal whispers, moving his fingers to trace your jawline and neck, “Then let’s have some fun together, yeah?”

“Fun?” You, of course, knew exactly what he meant by this— he was never one to shy away from such prospects. “But what about… Satoru?”

“Exactly!” He giggles, the roughness of his hands around your neck causing you to squirm slightly, “You both got it so easily, wow! What are we waiting for then?”

“Now, Sato, why don’t you give her a kiss or something?” Randal turns you to face both him and Satoru, the latter having a blank expression as always, “Oh, it would probably be more comfortable if she were to… yes, hold on!”

Suddenly, he lifts you without care onto the table— it seemed like he had whatever strength he so desired in this dreamscape. You plop down unceremoniously, your skirt barely covering your legs as he scoots you to where he wants.

“There we go! Now, kiss her!”

Not wanting to defy Randal, Satoru immediately traps your lips in a kiss— surprisingly, not devoid of feeling. Caught by surprise, you melt into the kiss, the inherent dreamlike state you were trapped in heightening your sense of feeling. He pulls away before you can fall into the rhythm, and you can’t resist the pout growing on your face.

Randal cocks his head, “I don’t remember telling you to stop, dearest friend! Keep going.”

The microexpression of frustration on Satoru’s face goes unnoticed, and he goes back to kissing you. His hands come to rest on your bare thighs, kneading gently as his tongue slips between your lips.

Just grin and bear it, Tsukada. Focus on Randal, think about his messy hair and yaeba fang…

You whimper gently as you feel another pair of hands atop his, gripping even harder. Randal had come up behind him, draping himself over in an odd embrace— but Satoru would never complain at this closeness.

“You two look so sexy, making out for me like this,” Randal chuckles atonally, watching to see if you preferred kissing him over your own master. “I really thought I’d be jealous, like some netorare thing! But this is one of those good endings… is that netorase?”

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes, you focus sucking on Satoru’s tongue, catching him off-guard. He pulls away, seemingly to catch his breath. Randal leans on his shoulder, staring at you with a mischievous expression, “Sato, how about you be a good friend and let me kiss my pet too?”

His desperation is evident in the way he kisses, and how he’s already pulling at your fuku’s neckerchief. You kiss him fervently as well, feeling the way he’s inching your skirt up higher by the second. Satoru’s fingers focus on your shirt, lifting it for what you can only assume is at Randal’s behest. You felt their touches everywhere— drowning in the feeling of their unexpected affections.

Lifting your arms and only momentarily separating from your master’s embrace, your top is promptly removed— a simple bra you had no recollection of owning lying beneath.

“Gosh, how quaint!” Randal grimaces slightly at his Luther-esque choice of words, but quickly grabs at your chest greedily. “Never seen you in something so simple… Satoru, lay her down for me. Doesn’t she look delicious?”

“She…” He trails off as you look at him through lidded eyes, “Really does, wow…”

His being part of Randal’s psyche was quite obvious at this point— you looked absolutely breathtaking. Your hair was just the right kind of messy, your bra strap dangling off your shoulder… what was happening to him? Wasn’t the plan to focus solely on Randal?

Ah, I guess it can’t be helped— I am part of him… forever!

Shaking himself from the monologuing that he was prone to, Satoru gently pulls you back onto the table— leaving Randal to spread your legs apart. You gasp as he unabashedly pulls your skirt fully up and rubs a finger up your already-wet panties.

“Isn’t she just amazing? Look at how wet she got just from us poking and prodding her!” He jokingly jeers, smiling at Satoru as he unfastens your bra.

As it falls away, Randal makes quick work of the rest of your clothing— leaving you bare while the two men are still fully clothed. You mumble something akin to dissatisfaction at this, but you’re quickly silenced by Satoru’s hands caressing your chest. He had never felt breasts like this before, warm and real.

Maybe I won’t have to resort to the leftover data anymore… wow!

You practically purr into his kneading, letting him feel your nipples harden under his touch— much to his surprise. Randal interrupts his touching to push you flat against the table, impatient for his proper turn.

“Oh, we’re gonna make a nice mess out of you, aren’t we?”

He looks down at you with the typical crazed look in his eyes as he presses his tip against your entrance. As he pushed in, Randal could barely comprehend that this truly was the perfect dreamscape— he didn’t have to waste time with lubrication or even physically unzipping his pants!

You exhale shakily as he bottoms out, leaning your head against Satoru’s neglected body. He kneels beside you, not knowing what to do without his dear friend’s proper direction.

“Oh, my sweet (Y/N),” Randal whines out, gripping your thighs like a vice, “How can you feel, ah, even better when we’re both asleep? I don’t get it!”

“Master, oh…” You whisper, a hand coming to cover your mouth in very slight embarrassment.

He peeks an eye open as he begins to thrust, noticing Satoru not having moved a muscle since touching your chest, “Sato-kun… her mouth looks pretty empty right? Wouldn’t my perfect little pet like to filled up properly?”

Satoru looks down at your face, your eyebrows slanted in pure want for any attention from him— how could he resist such an expression? He unzips his slacks, pulling out his reddened length right next to your face. He cradles your jaw in his hand, taking in the softness of your skin as he guides you to where he needs you most.

“Be a good girl for me too, okay?” Satoru almost whispers, his dark eyes and thin smile almost hypnotizing you.

If you weren’t already planning on indulging him, you definitely would be now. You turn slightly to fully face his hardness, and begin to kiss down it sweetly— too sweet for Randal’s standards.

He slaps your thigh suddenly, “I know you’re more desperate than that, pet! Don’t lie to my friend.”

You look up at Satoru despite your master’s slight outburst, which results in a rougher pace, and envelop him fully in your mouth. He chokes out a moan, his hand immediately going to silence himself. Randal grins, teeth shiny as he takes in his dream friend’s innocent reactions. He bucks up into your warm mouth unconsciously, the feeling almost overwhelming.

“So good, oh!” Satoru takes your hair in his hand as you struggle to keep a steady rhythm, “Let me do that for you, it’ll be much better.”

He guides you onto his length again as you try to focus on every sensation at once. You feel drips on your navel, quickly realizing Randal’s nose has begun to bleed as per usual— even if you couldn’t see it from this angle. His gloved hands move up your legs, gripping the crook of your knee to spread you even further apart for his pleasure.

“Bending this way… you’re just like a doll!” He giggles, gasping ever so slightly as he realizes the eroticism of that statement. “Best of both worlds!”

In the waking world, you knew that Satoru’s length consistently pushing against the back of your throat like this would have you gagging— but here, it feels heavenly. Your eyes roll back as he pulls your hair particularly harshly, and he takes note.

“Your pet here seems to like it rough, Ran-kun!”

Randal nods, almost proudly, “It’s the only thing she likes, isn’t that right, sweet (Y/N)?”

The best you can respond with is a whimper, muffled.

“Hey, no talking with your mouth full!” Your master tuts, pushing into your flesh further, causing you to groan in a mix of pain and pleasure.

You feel tears prick at your eyes as Satoru begins to lose himself in the pleasure of your mouth— not having the same stamina as Randal, of course, “Yes, oh, (Y/N)... Randal, I don’t think I can last much longer!”

“Kuku… then don’t, Sato!” He lolls his head back, each thrust beginning to spark something inside of you. “She loves it on her tongue… show it to me when you do it!”

The bare minimum nickname and command from Randal make Satoru shiver, urging him even further to release inside of you. He peers down at you, stuttering in his fucking of your throat as he sees your tear-filled eyes look back up at him.

He has no time to prepare you before he’s already finishing down your throat, your nose pressed into his pelvis as he rides it out. None land on your tongue like his best friend requested, but no one could blame him for the somewhat premature release in such a situation.

Unclenching your hair from his hand, Satoru pulls out from between your lips slowly and begins to pet your now sensitive scalp. There is no time for niceties with the way Randal, the ever-impatient, is now desperate to hear your full moans by speeding up.

“Fuck, fuck, ah!” Your voice is hoarse and used, which is just what your master likes to hear.

“Did ya like having Satoru finish in your throat? Bet it felt so good, huh?” He mumbles, watching the aforementioned man angle you up slightly— better access to your chest for Satoru to grab and a better angle for Randal to fuck you at.

You mewl at the change, nodding as the cold hands fondle your breasts again, “Yes, yes! God, yes, don’t stop, either of you… please!”

“Begging so much and I didn’t even have to ask, wow!”

Satoru nuzzles your neck as he touches you, taking in your scent to try and remember it forever. His hips rock against your back unconsciously, still somehow desperate for more of you.

(Y/N) smells so good— both she and Randal smell amazing! I can’t get enough!

He sneaks a hand from one of your breasts to tease at your clit, and you finally feel that tightness in your stomach threatening to unfurl, “Please, please, Sato!”

“What do you need?” Satoru hums in your ear, his eyes staring at Randal’s as he speaks— a sudden confidence surging through him. “Use your words for us.”

“Need to cum, please,” you gasp out, reaching behind you to grip his back for stability.

You end up scratching it accidentally, causing an unexpectedly harsh moan to exit his throat. He begins to rub at your clit even faster, envigorated by your nail marks searing down his back through his gakuran.

Randal’s face is practically covered in blood at this point— the raw image of you and his friend sharing such an intimate act was nearly too much, “Make her cum, I wanna feel it… do it! Now!”

Just like Satoru, it was hard for you to resist the command and you promptly felt yourself falling apart as your master’s thrusts reached an intensity unlike any other previously. He kisses your neck as Randal fucks you throughout your orgasm, chasing his own.

“You did so good, (Y/N),” he mutters, watching his best friend ruin you, “You’re so amazing…”

He closes his eyes, not stopping his kisses for a few moments more— until he realizes the stillness and sudden silence of everything around him. Satoru sighs gently, slowly placing your now empty body back onto the table.

Seems like they both woke up at the same time. Well, I’m not too upset about it, at least I got mine! Though, I did want to see Randal… you know. Next time!

“Gah!” Randal sits up sharply from the inside of his coffin, being met with the oh-so-familiar face of his brother, Luther, “What the fuck?!”

“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the ‘coffin!’” He continues to stare blankly, unaware of what he has interrupted. “Blueberry pancakes are downstairs.”

Devastated, Randal can only watch as his brother heads out of his room. He peers over to your adjacent coffin, only to find you sleeping soundly.

“Heeeeeey, (Y/N),” he pokes your sleeping form roughly, “I didn’t finish, don’t you wanna be a good pet? Don’t you?”

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