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tomsparkyr · 6 days ago

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𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐙𝐄!

following episode four of 'inside' — george clarke x fem!reader

by any means i do not own 'inside' and all credit is theirs (!!)

(would anyone object to me potentially continuing on with this series on their life outside of the show and your inclusion in later videos with george? maybe i’ll put it on wattpad as well as here but i can’t get enough of writing about my babies🥹🥹)

wc: 8.0K

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“I’m smiling, but out of nervousness.” PK rocked back and forth on his feet as he and Patrice stood in front of you all; the ‘Happy Birthday, Whitney!’ sign in the background mocking all your worried faces and fear settling in your stomachs.

Your hand remained intertwined with George’s, his steady breathing brushing the side of your face keeping your wits calm (as much as they could be). “I can’t lie to you, cause it’s actually a tough, tough decision, but…” PK continued.

“So, we can confirm that…” Your heart was pounding out of your chest and your hands were definitely clammy right now; making a mental note to apologise to George later as his hand enveloped your profusely sweating ones.

“We had to go with Mandi.” PK announced.

The room was uncomfortably quiet, a few light gasps ringing around the room but on some level, everyone expected it. You let out a deep breath, body relaxing onto George’s as his hand that was stroking your hair, brought your head close to him and pressed a kiss on your hairline. You could hear him mumble a soft, “Thank fuck.” but you chose to ignore it and let your eyes drift to Mandi who pointed at the two men in front of you.

“Snakes! Snakes! That’s wild, you know.” Mandi shook her head. You understood of her friendship between Whitney, PK and herself; so, seeing her eliminated took you by surprise.

Despite the occasional tiffs with Mandi, you stood up and out of George’s embrace to wrap Mandi into a comforting hug. “I’m so sorry.” You said to her, leaning back and seeing her shake her head. “Don’t worry, it wasn’t your fault.” She peered over your shoulder to glare at PK.

She held your shoulders and grinned at you, “If anything, I’m sorry for how mean I’ve been to you during my time here,” You opened your mouth to protest, “No, seriously. You have to win, babes.” You smiled at her gesture and wrapped her in another farewell hug.

Mandi walked towards the bedrooms and turned to everyone as they apologised to her, “I am shocked, but don’t worry. I’m all good. I’m a big girl. I’m good.” You winced at her attempt to act cool, trailing behind the group and staying with Patrice, Cinna and George at the back as Mandi packed her stuff.

George had a blue party hat in his hand and stood behind you as his hands sneaked around your face to snap the party hat on your head. You blinked in surprise at the sudden action, hands reaching up to feel the hat as George adjusted it to sit pretty on top of your head.

You turned around to see him staring at you with a cheeky smile. Sucking your teeth to supress a smile, you shook your head and flicked the elastic of his own matching hat which made him flinch as he laughed. “Not the time for a party, George.” You said through a light laugh.

George grinned, “It suits you.” You pulled a quizical face and shoved his shoulder slightly. He wrapped his hands around your waist and lifted you up to settle you next to him so he could reach Patrice; the pair of you laughing as he did so.

George’s hand rested on Patrice’s shoulder and politely asked him, “You alright?”

Patrice sighed heavily, “It’s tough. You know, I like to play tough and everything. But when you send someone home, you know…” You and Cinna made eye contact and nodded sympathetically as she finished the sentence for him, “It’s sad.”

“I’m trying to be fair.” George nodded at Patrice, “Yeah, that makes sense.”

Patrice continued, “We had Milli. We had Farah. PK brought up Y/N quite a bit.”

Your eyebrows shot up and your eyes widened at the mention of your name. George wrapped an arm around your waist and used the free one to snatch the hat he previously put on his head, “Yeah, this feels wrong now.” He laughed and yanked off his own.

George tightened his grip on your waist and brought up the thing that was nagging at him, “Wait, you said PK mentioned Y/N, was she a serious option to be eliminated for you?”

Patrice nodded at you. Furrowing your brows, you spoke up “Like, tell us on a percentage, what were the chances of me going home tonight?” You bit on your lip in curiosity.

Patrice screwed up his face and calculated in his head, waving his arms around he said, “Maybe, 70% or 80%.” His face seemed apologetic and it was obvious that he wasn’t the one opting for your departure.

Your mouth dropped open at the numbers he provided, “Fuck off… you’re kidding, right?” An awkward smile etched onto your face. George’s face was one of shock, a sick feeling brewing in his stomach at the image of you leaving this house right now instead of Mandi.

“PK wanted her gone?” He pulled your body closer to his as Patrice nodded. George licked his lips and patted your waist with his finger, “I’ll be right back.” He walked off with certainty.

Cinna watched George stride off, glancing at you with a smug smirk on her face. “Little boyfriend defending you, Y/N?” She winked at you. You laughed and shook your head, kicking her shin as you left the room, “Shut up, Cinna!” Her laugh could be heard from the hallway, calling back to her “Come on, let’s say goodbye to Mandi!”

Her skips echoed behind you and her arm linked with yours as the group guided Mandi towards the exit. Mandi was loudly expressing her distaste towards PK, “I’m gonna fucking do him like that.”

You walked over to where Whitney was trying to consolidate the girl, “Come on, Mandi.” You joined in and brushed your hand against her shoulder to urge her out the door, “Mandi, leave it. It’s fine.”

Mandi shook her head, “Think I’m scared of PK?” You opened your mouth to spew out pointless facts to protect PK and Mandi’s dignity, despite PK advocates to vote you out. Mandi interrupted you.

“Y/N, don’t fucking trust anyone. I’m being serious.” You shook your head, “Mandi, I’m fine. Please, just can we leave you on a good note--" "Don’t even trust George.”

You froze, “What?” Mandi placed her hands on your shoulders, “It’s all a game to them, they’ll do anything to win.” You protested, “Mandi, I’m sure me and George are fine, he wouldn’t do that.” “I didn’t think PK would but here we are.” She caught you offguard because… she was right. PK said he wouldn’t vote her out but here you were seeing her out the door with her suitcases; and a banana covered Milli lurking in the background. “I’m just looking out for you, Y/N. Please. Just think about it.”

You swallowed and nodded slowly, peering over your shoulder to see George hovering near PK, waiting to pull him for a much needed chat revolving around yourself.

Mandi took a deep breath, “Anyway, guys. I love you.” She waved and disappeared through the door you entered a couple days ago. As the door closed, you made eye contact with her and she nodded at you, reminding you of her comments and what the game was really about.

You stood there for a moment and let everyone else leave before yourself, staring at the door still. A hand on your shoulder took you out of your thoughts, “What did she say to you?” Milli said softly, just the two of you in the room now.

You shook your head, “Nothing. It was just… nothing.” You sighed and sent her a weak smile. She understood you didn’t want to talk about it right now and let herself be patient, making sure to ask you the same question again later when the chaos had died down. Milli grabbed your wrist lightly, “Come on, let’s go back.” You let her pull you out the room.

time skip!

“They’re not strong enough to take them down now. I reckon if one of them goes, the other will too. So, my logic was that we wait it out a bit and then vote her out in the later stages, then two strong competitors are gone in one hit.” PK whispered to Jason and DDG in the bathroom.

DDG nodded along, “Yeah, let’s be honest; he isn’t staying if she goes.” The small group all murmured in agreement. Quickly dispersing as they heard footsteps approach the room. Jason poked his head out, “It’s George. It’s George. It’s good.”

George loitered around the bathrooms, Whitney cutting in front of him before he could defend your honour. “I’m not mad at you.” She started, “The gag is that I heard Patrice say that you wanted Y/N out too, but opted for Mandi. What’s that about?”

PK put on a smile and shook his head, “I didn’t say that.” Whitney squinted her eyes at him, “Since we’re all talking shit, what’s big? That’s all I know.” Was the final thing she said before she strutted out the bathroom, leaving space for George to slip in.

George propped his arm up against the door of the bathroom and leaned against it, eyes fixed on PK. “So, why did you want Y/N out?” He demanded and shrugged his shoulders.

PK’s eyes widened at the new presence in the room and Jason flicked his head between the two in a stare off. “I didn’t do that, brother.” PK started. “No, you know you did.” George cut him off.

PK showed nonchalance, “I think you’ve got this all wrong.” He laughed it off and looked towards Jason for him to join in, Jason held an awkward face and rather sided with George for the moment.

George licked his lips and shook his head, “No, I know what happened. You wanted Y/N out because she’s a threat to you and you’re only in here for one reason.” He told PK straight, leaving no room for interruption.

PK opened his mouth to respond immediately before he shut it, deliberating his response. He cleared his throat and stared at a stern face George, “Aren’t you in here for the same reason as all of us?”

George remained silent and let PK continue, “I mean we all want that money right?” Jason beside them nodded while George stayed unmoved, “How would me voting out Y/N affect this in any way? It just makes our route to the final that much easier.” He gestured with his hands.

George sighed, “Come on, man. It’s Y/N. On any level do you really think I’m gonna be alright with people wanting her out--”

“But she gets in the way of your chances of winning. Am I right?”

The man stayed silent because he was partially right. George had a little chance of winning now you were in the house, due to him being willing to risk everything for you. Taking the hits for you in challenges or defending you in house chats, throwing himself under the bus in the process as he sided with you. He didn’t form alliances because he only wanted to stay with you in the house and protect you, and vice versa.

PK patted George on the shoulder, “It’s a game we all have to play. There are tactics to this, George.” He furrowed his brows, “Don’t let people get in your way of winning this, much like me.”

It was awkwardly quiet in the bathroom as George let PK’s words settle in his mind, unsure whether to take his advice at the time or to completely ignore it to benefit not only himself, but you. Everything he’s done in this house so far has been for you, so what harm would there be if he stopped this?

To break the tension; Jason exclaimed, “Whitney is a fucking rat.”

time skip!

“We didn’t do the minute of silence for Mandi?” PK questioned as he entered the room.

You were led on the sofa between George’s legs as your back rested against his chest, his chin comfy on your shoulder and his hands fiddled with the hem of your t-shirt, your hands were settled on top of his large ones.

Whitney stood up with a cup of beverage in her hand, “I’m not doing a minute of silence, man. That’s a piss take.” She defended her friend who was no longer in the house. PK gestured for her to leave the room, tension brewing in the room. “Get out then. We wanna do it.”

“I’m literally not. That’s a piss take.” She squirmed in PK’s embrace. “Cause Mandi was a good vibe.” She responded to Patrices question.

George handed you his harmonica for you to play with, noticing your bored face and eyes glassy from staring into space.

“We’re not gonna act like Mandi was Dylan.” Whitney said, leaning on her chair.

You felt George behind you tense up, hands tightening on your shirt that you were sure would leave creases you would need to iron out. “What the fuck does that mean? That’s mean.” His brows were furrowed and he adjusted you slightly as he sat up to become involved with the conversation.

Whitney looked at George, “It’s not a mean thing to say.” George gestured with his arms, “It is. What do you mean ‘we’re not gonna act like Mandi was a Dylan?’”

You nodded along with George’s defence. Whitney waved her hands around, “Let me clear this mean girl narrative up.”

You squinted your eyes and tilted your head, “Whitney, the way you said it was bad.” You tried to reason with her and let her get an understanding of how rude she came across in the moment.

Whitney pointed and shook her head rapidly at you, “Oh, Y/N, fuck off! Just suck George’s cock right here, it would make it less obvious, babes.”

Your mouth dropped open and you heard Milli gasp from across the room, “What the fuck?” You cursed, face screwed up in offence. Whitney just rolled her eyes, “No, Whitney. Tell me. What the fuck is that meant to mean?”

She groaned and walked closer to the pair of you sitting on the sofa together, “Come on, Y/N. You back everything George does, with no personality might I add, and get away with it because everyone thinks you’re shagging outside of this house!”

George sat up and pulled your body closer to his, “Whitney, why have you dragged her into this?” He started, “This was literally between you and me.”

Whitney ignored him and you defended yourself, “I back George because he’s one of the only people in here who hasn’t done anything wrong!” You shrug as if it’s common sense.

Whitney opened her mouth to speak again but George cut in, referring to their previous dispute. “What do you mean ‘run that mean girl thing’? What do you mean by that?” He gestured with a hand that wasn’t gripping tight onto you.

“Everyone said they wanted to vote Dylan out because Dylan didn’t add to the vibe.” She stated her case.

“You can word it better than, ‘Don’t say Mandi’s a Dylan.’” George rolled his eyes, “And you didn’t need to rip into Y/N when she did fuck all wrong.” You shuffled into George’s embrace more as he defended you after Whitney’s outburst.

Whitney pointed at you, “I do apologise to you, Y/N. It was in the moment and I didn’t mean to say stuff like that.” You hummed in response, still offended by her words but wishing to keep your facade to yourself, she didn’t need to know it still hurt you and rather pretended it didn’t happen.

You sighed and stood up from the sofa, “Fucking hell, I’m getting ready for bed.” Some of the group bid you good nights and Milli hopped up to join you. She linked arms with you and whispered into your ear, “That was such a weird thing to say about you.” She gossiped.

As you walked away, you heard George call your name. Stopping in your tracks, you turned around to see him still laying down on the sofa, “I’ll get your drink sorted for the night and get the bed set up, that sound good?”

Your heart fluttered as you remembered you would now be sharing a bed with him for the foreseeable future. Smiling, you said, “Sounds perfect, Georgie.” He smiled back and swiftly stood up with the water bottle you had left behind.

Turning back to Milli, she saw your blushing cheeks and laughed at you. “I better not find a used condom in the morning.” You shoved her with a shocked noise, “Milli!”

time skip!

You had dried off your hair after the evening shower, wrapped up in comfy branded clothes to act as your nightwear. Passing the hairdryer to Cinna, and offering her some of the products you brought in with you to her, you left the room and into the bedrooms.

Walking around the corner, you saw George laid in your shared bed with the duvet pulled up to his chest and the harmonica resting in his hands, playing sweet (you wouldn’t necessarily call it that) melodies.

“What the fuck?” You laughed at the sight of him curled up but refusing to give up the harmonica. Walking towards the bed, you shook your head. “Are you serenading me into bed?”

George nodded quickly and played more sounds on the harmonica as you lifted the duvet and slotted yourself in the bed next to him. You fluff your pillow and lay down, shoulder to shoulder to him due to the minimal space despite the double bed. George titled his head to look at you, “It worked, no?”

Rolling your eyes, you snatched the harmonica out of his hands and placed it in your bedside table, hearing the complaints of George next to you as his hands reached out to reclaim his prized possession. Swatting his hands away, you said “No harmonica’s at bedtime.”

George smirked at you and shuffled himself closer to you, his arms sneaking around your waist. “Little Y/N is jealous of my harmonica,” You laughed and half-heartedly pushed at his arms as he teased you, “Don’t worry, love. You’re the only thing I plan on putting my lips on tonight.”

“Excuse me?” You heard PK shout as he entered the room, catching you and George in an uncomfortable situation as his arms were slung around you, leaning his body weight on you that he was practically on top of you; and the inclusion of his innuendo he had just said out loud to the entire room with entering people.

You gasped and slapped George on the chest, “Oh my God!” You laughed at PK and Milli’s wild facial expressions as they stood frozen at the doorway. Milli pointed at you, “I was only joking about the condom thing!”

Your eyes widened, “Milli!” you said through gritted teeth and gestured subtly with your head at George, who laid there with a smug smile. “What condom thing?” He nudged you with his shoulder. “Nothing!” You quickly shut the conversation down.

Everyone began to settle down and doze off in their beds as the lights dimmed. You laid on your back and stared at the ceiling as George was laid on his side facing you, one of his hands brushing against the side of your waist.

George’s whispered voice broke you out of your daze, “Do you feel like something’s changed between us since being here?”

You turned your head to face him, “What do you mean?”

George took a deep breath and shuffled himself closer to you, “Like… without our friends or anyone interrupting us, do you feel like something’s changed in our friendship or…?” He trailed off.

You turned to lean on your side and came face to face with George, feeling like the only two people in the room despite it being filled with people you didn’t even know a couple days ago. Nodding, you admitted. “Yes.”

Silence engulfed the room for a moment as the pair of you stared at each other, trying to find the line you were teetering on which could determine your friendship; or lack thereof.

“I like this. Just us.” George whispered, flickering his eyes between your gaze and your lips.

You nodded, “I don’t wanna leave this place.” George swallowed and let you finish, “Because I’m scared of what will happen to us outside of here.” Your admission stayed in the air for a moment, George’s eyes softening at you. He bit his lip in nervousness and tucked a stray hair behind your ear. “When we leave this place… I don’t wanna be your friend.” He started.

“I think being your friend would kill me because I want to be so much more than that.” His hand cupped your cheek.

Your heart was beating out of your chest as you smiled softly at him. You lifted your hand to rest it on top of the one that was holding your face, twisting your head to press a kiss onto his palm.

He smiled at you with pink dusted cheeks, rubbing your cheek with his thumb. You stared at each other for a while before slowly nodding at each other; a mental communication that the feeling was mutual and that you’d see what endevours this house would take you to.

George turned to lean on his back, pulling you with him as he positioned your head against his chest, a strong arm wrapped around your back. You cuddled into his figure, entangling your legs with his as your smile grew wider at the new feeling; one you wished you had been doing this entire time.

George leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead, “Goodnight, beautiful.” He whispered. Your heart fluttered at the action and you fell asleep to the sound of his heart beating against your ear, and the soft brush of his thumb on the skin of your back.

time skip!

After waking up in George’s arms, he had refused to let you go or out of his sight, mind foggy with a lavender haze. Neither of you had forgotten your chat last night, and to everyone’s displeasure, had become all the more attached to each other as you basked in your mutual feelings.

George had you sit upright on the couch with him sitting on the floor and between your legs, your hands running through his hair every now and then as he requested a massage from you.

Your hands knead into his shoulders, with the occasional leaning down to whisper some joke into his ear, causing him to laugh and tilt his head back into you. His hands were settled on your thighs and drew patterns into the material that covered you.

“Can the girls please go to Room 19.”

You groaned and looked over at Milli who had stood up and had her hand outstretched to help you up. “Come on, Y/N. You can leave your boyfriend for one minute.” You mocked a laugh and stood up off the couch. As you rose, George held your hand and pressed a soft kiss against the back of it, wishing you good luck as you departed the room. Cinna nudged you as the group of girls left, “What are the odds that George is already complaining to the boys about how much he misses you?” Milli, who was standing on the other side of you, laughed and high-fived the American.

Entering Room 19, you sat shoulder to shoulder with Milli and Farah was perched on the arm of the chair, leaning on you slightly in case of falling off the sofa.

“Girls… It's challenge time. Please go to the Challenge Arena.” You all froze and waited for further instructions but received none. “What, just the girls?” Whitney asked on behalf of all of you. “Yes.” The voice confirmed.

“Fuck off.” Milli said, looking around at all the girls. “Yeah, I heard you loud and clear.” Whitney finished as you all headed towards the Challenge Arena.

You walked in to be greeted with six chairs in a circle, Josh and Harry standing behind them with wicked smiles etched across their faces. “What is this?” Mya asked, all of you standing in a line with arms linked.

Sitting in your seat, Josh demanded, “Everyone put their blindfolds on.” You did as requested and slowly placed the headphones on, not before you caught a glare from Whitney.

You let the music fill the silence as you sit with your leg bouncing up and down from nerves. You just had to hope that no one would pick you because you were far from ready to leave just yet.

Feeling a tap on your shoulder, you took the blindfold and headphones off and immediately looked at your glow stick as it remained a neutral white colour. You let out a sigh of relief and peered over to see that Mya had been the one selected for elimination. “Who the fuck? No, don’t piss me off.” Farah exclaimed.

“Knew it was gonna be me first.” She sighed, you felt for her as whoever had picked her, had put her in a really uncomfortable situation. “It’s now your time to try and work out who voted for you.” Josh said.

Mya went through everyone and asked why they would vote for her. Reaching you, the statement held its own, “I wouldn’t pick you, Mya. I feel like recently we’ve bonded and I don’t wanna see you go.” Mya nodded at you with a smile, making you feel somewhat calmer in this awkward circumstance.

Mya pointed at Milli, “Milli. But now I’m second guessing.” You winced for Milli, feeling awful as you saw her betrayed face and her shaking head. You wanted to reach out and offer a hand for her, but you realised this would be breaking the rules and put you in an easy position to be voted out.

“Mya, you have guessed… incorrectly.” Josh confirmed. You all sighed as she was guided to the elimination bench per Josh’s request.

Putting your blindfold and headphones back on, you awaited the next round. Understanding that you clearly hadn’t been picked to eliminate someone, you bit your lip and awaited your fate.

A tap on your shoulder caused you to take your blindfold off, instinctively looking over to your glow stick. This time it was beaming a deep red colour.

Your heart dropped as you muttered curses under your breath. You heard Milli and Cinna gasp in the circle, and Farah’s hands covered her mouth in shock. Rolling your head back, you rubbed your eyes and groaned.

Josh and Harry watched on awkwardly, a sick feeling in their stomach as they watched your fate in the hands of others, wishing they could pretend that round never happened.

Harry cleared his throat, “Y/N, as you can see, your light is red.” You nodded and hummed. “Who do you think has betrayed you?”

You pointed at Milli, “I know it wouldn’t be you.” She smiled gratefully at you, especially after the last round. You squint your eyes at Cinna, “I’m like 90% sure you wouldn’t pick me.”

Peering over at Farah, you were about to make a point before she interrupted you. “Y/N, I would never pick you. You know how I’m like your biggest fan and I don’t wanna ruin your George love story; so please trust me, I didn’t pick you.”

You chuckled as Harry and Josh laughed with each other. Trusting Farah’s words, you moved on to the next. “That only leaves one person, Y/N.” Josh said as you stared at Whitney.

Whitney sat there with her head shaking. “Fuck.” You mumbled. “I’m gonna go with Whitney just because I feel like I’m the least close with you here.” “You’re wrong.” She stated.

You winced as she kept the mantra that you were wrong. Josh interrupted her spat and asked you, “Y/N, is that your final answer?” You nodded, “Yes. I’ll lock in Whitney.” You sighed as you realised you couldn’t take back your answer, peering over at the elimination bench and willing that you wouldn’t have to sit there.

Harry spoke up, “We can confirm that you were… correct.”

Your eyes widened as everyone snapped their heads over to Whitney’s direction. Mya, who was sitting on the bench, smiled over at you and sent you a wink of encouragement.

“This means, Y/N. That you are safe and may continue through to the next round.” Josh said with a smile. “Fucking hell.” You mumbled, hands rubbing on your face as you tried to wear away the stress.

During the final round, you again, were not selected to vote anyone out. You sat patiently and begged that you wouldn’t be chosen again just for the sake of your sanity. Stripping your blindfold off, you saw Farah had been selected.

After picking Milli again, and shaking your head at her hurt facial expressions with the way they were painting her in the house, Farah discovered she was incorrect and the panel of eliminated contestants had been filled.

“Congratulations Cinna, Whitney, Milli and Y/N. You have survived Lights Out and you are the final four remaining. You must now choose one player that you want to eliminate.”

Everyone gasped and rolled their eyes in horror, the power being in your hands.

Cinna started, “I’m trying to think of who I think needs it more and who wants it more and who, if I was at the end and they were there, I would be like “They need the money, and they deserve it.” You all nodded along as she continued her argument.

You tilted your head to see Farah holding back tears and clinging onto Mya who bounced her leg up and down. You felt awful for the girls, especially since you could have easily been in that situation but luckily guessed right.

Milli spoke up, “And I feel like this would change Farah’s life massively.” Cinna nodded, “I mean, one of them was wearing Van Cleef.” You snorted a laugh, realising this was not the time for jokes or chuckles, catching a shake of Mya’s head in the distance.

“We need an answer from all of you, please.” Josh said with certainty, looking over all of you.

Cinna started, “I’m picking Mya because I really wanna see Farah win.” You could see her try and play it off in the background, but the hurt was evident. Whitney was next, “I’ve just bonded with Mya. I couldn’t do that. I’m gonna pick Farah.” You nodded at her explanation, avoiding eye contact as your mind continuously reminded you of her voting you out; and the digs she made at you the day before.

After an explanation, Milli said, “So that’s why I’m picking Mya.” You winced, assuming it was over. There was a silence as you all looked at each other, most of the eyes falling onto you.

Cinna pointed at you, “Wait, what’s gonna happen because we already have a deciding vote?” You furrowed your brows and agreed. Harry looked down at you, “Y/N…” He started.

“Oh God.” You whispered, hands shaking as you dreaded what he was about to say.

“Because you guessed correctly, you are the deciding vote. Whoever you choose, they will be eliminated from Inside.” Your eyes widened. “If you choose to vote Mya, she will leave the house due to majority votes, but if you pick Farah, she will leave the house due to your superior vote as you won this challenge.”

Your mouth dropped open as you hid your face from everyone, them all looking at you with immense sympathy as this was single handedly the worst position you’ve ever been in.

“Fuck me.” You groaned. Harry looked around the room and leaned in close to your ear, “You realise George isn’t here, right?”

You threw your arms up in shock as everyone let out shocked laughter, turning to him, you exclaimed, “Not the time!” He laughed and moved back to his original position, Josh fist bumping him in approval of the joke.

You sighed, “This is fucking awful. But, I think I’ve made my decision.” Everyone leaned forward in their chairs to listen intently to you.

“I’m going off who contributes more, who is less likely to cost us money in challenges and who I believe is in a better position to win this entire thing.” Everyone nodded along, “You both know that I love you, and this is such a weird and horrendous situation, and please know that I wish I had a choice to keep you both here.” They smiled at you, making a mental promise that they wouldn’t curse you out for making this decision.

“So with that, I’ve decided to pick… Mya.” You cringed, looking over at her sad face.

“Okay, Mya. Unfortunately, you have been eliminated.” Harry said, “However, unlike before, you’ll not be going home immediately. So, you’re all free to go back inside.”

You stood up feeling guilty as Mya hung her head low. Milli wrapped you in a hug, pulling you out the room before you got overwhelmed and began crying. You knew it was coming, but you didn’t want the crew or Josh and Harry to see you cry.

Milli hid your face from the crew, whispering, “It’s alright, it’s alright.” You entered the bedrooms and sat on your double bed, knees clutched into your chest and your head resting on your knees.

Milli sat next to you and brushed your knee, “Do you want me to get George?” She whispered. The nod of your head a good enough answer for her as she jogged out the room, still holding a close eye on you.

You sat there still, rethinking and reimagining everything that had just happened. Not only had at least two people been willing to vote you out, someone had actively gone for you and ripped into your personality, but you had also been one guess away from packing your bags and departing from this house; leaving everyone behind, all your new friends, your new place, your new normal. Your George.

Milli walked slowly back into the room, “He’s not here.” Your head shot up and your mind instantly skipped to the worse scenario; one in which he had been voted out. Seeing your horror stricken face, Milli reassured you, “All the boys are gone, I think they’re doing the challenge we just did.”

Your body visibly relaxed causing you to fall back onto the bed and stare aimlessly at the ceiling. Your mind raced with endless dreads and doubts, “What if George is voted out?” You whispered.

Hearing this, Milli copied your position on the bed and laid next to you, “What did you say?” She asked.

“What if George leaves today, like that’s the last time I’ve seen him in the house?” Your voice broke as your cheeks were stained with previously shed tears. “Y/N, he wouldn’t have been voted out, I’m sure of it.” Milli tried to reassure you.

You bit your lip, “But it’s not definite.” Milli watched you holding back more tears, unsure of how to comfort you fully as the power was far from in her hands. All you had to do was trust the other guys in this house, but they had no obligation to keep him in.

A long silence filled the room for a moment, the other girls debriefing elsewhere and leaving you and Milli with some privacy, well the most they could provide in this new house.

“He was never just a friend to you, was he?” Milli looked over at you with a sympathetic smile etched across her face. You swallowed and held eye contact with her before nodding slowly and looking back at the ceiling.

You sighed and covered your face with your hands, “It’s literally stupid--” “Y/N, your feelings are never stupid.” Milli cuts you off, not allowing you to tear yourself and your love life down.

Milli continued, “Y/N, George is so down bad for you.” She laughed lightly, “Hell, you two were each other's first kiss, you haven’t been able to keep your hands off each other the whole time we’ve been in here, and everyone with eyes can see that.” She nudged you which caused a smile to slowly creep on your face.

“Friends don’t look at each other the way you and George do.” She said, grinning at you as heat spread across your cheeks and you fiddled with your hands.

“He said something to me last night.” You mumbled, seeing her lean forward to catch the gossip. She scrunched up her face slightly, “Oh, God. Don’t talk to me about George and your’s sex life!”

“Milli! No!” You gasped, sitting up and swatting her in the shoulder as she laughed loudly. “It’s not that! It was something about what we’d be like outside of this place.” You smiled seeing her eyes widen and she immediately shot up, “Tell me now.”

You licked your lips, “He was like ‘When we leave, I don’t wanna be your friend.’” “What the fuck--” She gasped. “Milli, let me finish!”

“He then said, ‘I think being your friend would kill me because I want to be so much more than that.’” You said with a smile and suppressed a laugh as Milli’s mouth dropped open and her hands gripped yours.

You both sat in silence for a couple seconds before the two of you broke out into screams and squeals, your cheeks red and her laughter echoing the room. “Fuck off! No fucking way he said that!” You nodded wildy, “Y/N, that’s fucking insane!” You laughed at Milli’s excited response.

She grabbed both your shoulders and shook you, “I give you and George full permission to shag tonight because--” “Milli!” You shouted, pushing her away with furious pink cheeks. She giggled and sprinted towards the bedside table, pulling out the packet of condoms, “The Sidemen have literally planned ahead so they know it’s coming too!”

You groaned and threw the duvet over your head in embarrassment, “Oh, my God. I can’t believe my friends and family are gonna see this.” Milli yanked the duvet off your head and yanked you up the talk to the other girls, not without constantly reminding you of George’s late night whispering as she tried to replicate his voice.

time skip!

Hearing the boys walk back in, you leaped to your feet in an instant and called out, “Who?” The other girls followed suit, and Farah gripped your hand in comfort as both of you dreaded George’s fate.

“It was me.” Patrice said, raising both of his hands. You felt sorry for him obviously, but your priorities were elsewhere.

“Oh, fucking hell.” You muttered as you sprinted over to George, his eyes finding you immediately and taking long strides towards you.

You saw him sigh in relief, “Thank fuck.” He mumered and crashed into your body with intensity, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you into a desperate hug. Your arms tightened around his shoulders and tangled into his mullet, head nuzzled into his neck and pressing feather light kisses onto the exposed skin. George lifted you up in the hug which caused you to wrap your legs around his waist, his strong grip never faltering as the pair of you muttered reassuring words to each other.

Cinna started to walk over to you to comfort you as she missed out on doing earlier. Just as she was about to tap your shoulder, Milli stopped her and whispered, “Just leave them.” Cinna nodded in understanding and smiled as George relaxed in your hold and the tears that stained your cheeks had dried off onto his hoodie.

“I thought it was gonna be you.” You heard George whisper, pulling back but still held up by him, you muttered, “It nearly was.”

His face dropped, “What?” You unwrapped your legs from his waist, still clinging to his hoodie, “Let’s go talk.” He obeyed without a second thought, leaving everyone in the main area to have some privacy.

Pulling him into the gym, you shut the door behind you to keep the moment between yourselves. George’s hand slipped into yours and he pulled you close, “What happened?”

You swallowed and held eye contact, “I was picked to be eliminated.” George’s eyes widened and his grip tightened. “But I guessed right.” “Who the fuck was it?” He said, eyes darting across your face and out the window where he could still see everyone.

You shook your head and looked down, “No, no, no.” His hands cupped the sides of your faces and tilted your head up so you remained looking at him, his thumb brushing across your pink tinted cheeks. “Just tell me.” He whispered.

You sighed, “It was Whitney.” George’s jaw clenched and he made a move to leave the room and confront her, but you yanked him back with a tight grip on his wrist. “No, please. I don’t wanna cause more drama than there already is.” George turned to see your eyes filling with unshed tears, his heart dropping as a frown slowly crept onto your face. “Please don’t cry, beautiful.” He whispered, pulling you back into a hug and a hand rubbing up and down your back.

“Why do people want me out?” Your voice broke. You shook your head in George’s chest, feeling horrible as this was not the first time people had been willing to see your departure. “I don’t know, baby. I don’t know.” George sighed and twirled your hair in his hands.

Pulling back from his chest, your lip trembled. “Why the fuck is it always me?” He brushed stray hairs behind your ear and crouched down slightly to be at the same level as you.

“Y/N, I’m not gonna let this happen to you. They just see you as a threat and not a real person, they don’t understand that what they’re doing to you is hurting you right now.” You nodded at his words, “If I’m honest… I don’t know what I’ll do if you leave this house.”

His face inched closer to yours, feeling his breath against your face. His words resonated with you and caused you to lean in closer to him. Your nose brushed his, George’s head tilted to the side and his hands tangled in your hair, pulling you closer to him.

Just as your lips were about to brush, the gym door swung open. “Hey, we’re saying our goodbyes to Mya and Patrice now. You coming?”

You snapped your faces away from each other, hands falling off each other’s figure and standing awkwardly at the other side of the room. DDG put his hands in the air, “Look if you wanna do all that; I wouldn’t do it where a camera can see the whole room.” He shrugged and left with a laugh as you and George were both blushing furiously.

Biting your lip, you looked over at him as he stared at the floor. “Let’s go?” You said quietly. He nodded and opened the door for you, following behind you a comfortable few steps away.

time skip!

Just after you had bidded farewell to Mya and Patrice, you laid on the couch with your legs propped up on George’s lap. His hand rested on your shin and he nudged you, “Hey, are we gonna talk about… you know, later?” You licked your lips and fiddled with your fingers. “Yeah, we’ll talk about it.” George smiled at you, one in which you reciprocated.

“George, please come to Room 19.” The loud speaker requested. George’s eyes flickered between the group, “A large phallus.” You laughed at him and shook your head at his antics, watching as he left the room.

Soon after George was called, you were too and entered the familiar room. The chair had two pictures on them, both facing downwards so the contains were hidden.

Flicking the pictures up, it showed one of Patrice and one of Mya. “You have the opportunity to save one of them from elimination. Please hold up the photo of the Insider you would like to save.”

You rolled your eyes, “Fucking hell, give me a break.” Your eyes flicked between the two pictures, shaking your head as you found someone’s fate lying in your hands once again.

“I can’t screw Mya over twice…” You muttered. “I’m the one who got her eliminated and I’m not doing that shit again.” You decided your answer pretty quickly, choosing not to dwell on the options for too long and feel the immense guilt you felt earlier; it felt like ripping a bandaid off, quick and painless.

Holding up a picture of Mya, you turned it to face the camera. “I’m saving Mya because I feel like I’ll throw up if she actually left because of my lucky guess.”

Just as you left Room 19, you realised that you were the last one in there. Turning the corner, you crashed straight into Mya.

You gasped and flung your arms around her, “Oh, my God! I’m so sorry I voted you out, I didn’t mean it--” “Stop, babe! I’m back, it’s all good!” She smiled and the pair of you jumped around in circles in excitement, the squeals clearly catching the attention of the other Insiders.

As they reunited, you drifted towards George and pulled him into a side hug. He pressed a kiss onto the side of your head and the pair of you fell into usual sync.

time skip!

“I’m sorry.” Jason apologised profusely for giving into the temptation; this being an opportunity to play in the Sidemen Charity Match. You sat on the stool and watched George throw darts at the dart board.

“George, you’re playing in that, right?” You asked. He turned around and nodded, “You bet your sweet ass I am.” You laughed and shook your head.

“You would look sexy in a football kit.” You muttered, hoping he wouldn’t hear as you verbalised your internal thoughts.

His head whipped around, “What did you say, Y/N?”

Your eyes widened, “Nothing! Nothing!” He squinted his eyes suspiciously, wondering whether or not to pester you but decided to let you off for once.

The price noise saved you from exposing your words, but watching the prize fund dropping significantly didn’t help your case. “That’s not bad.” Milli said, trying to reassure and gaslight you all into thinking you weren’t reckless spenders.

Later, you fell onto the double bed and hugged the pillow tight to your chest, “What a day.” You grumbled. George fell next to you and toyed with the ends of the pillow case, “Yeah… What a day.”

You stared at each other for a moment. George broke the silence, “So… Did you wanna talk about earlier?” He sounded nervous and his lip was trapped between his teeth.

You nodded slowly, “Yeah…” You wound your hand into his, making the first move. Building up the courage, you said. “I wouldn’t have regretted it if we hadn’t gotten interrupted.” George’s eyes widened and a smile stretched across his face, “Me neither.” He shuffled his body closer to yours in the bed, “I kind of regret that we didn’t do it.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, feeling this close to him and his admission that he wishes he kissed you. Your body tilted to fit into his, leaning into his lips just before the world (or the Sidemen) decided to ruin the moment, again.

“Please head to the Challenge Arena!” You heard Farah shout from the living room, reading out the message presented on the television.

“Oh, you’re fucking kidding me--” George groaned loudly, throwing his head back onto the pillow and slapping his hands to his forehead. You laughed at him and reciprocated the same frustration, “Come on, Georgie.”

Your hand hoisted him up and he wrapped his arms around you from behind, waddling behind you as you strode towards the Challenge Arena. His tired face was nuzzled in your neck, “I swear if we get interrupted one more time.” His breath tickled your neck, chuckling at him and putting your hand back to tangle in his hair. “Patient, George. Patient.”

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alinathinkstoomuch · 2 months ago

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Light Blue Shirt

pairing: aaron hotchner x reader summary: hotch's dad bod has been driving you crazy and it only gets worse when he pulls out your favourite light blue shirt that you hid from him. warnings: suggestive content, established relationship, hotch is a menace (when is it my turn!!!?!?), i have unintentionally made hotch seem like a lover of doggy style uhmm.. sorry promise next fic we will delve into some new positions word count: 1.7k ✧ masterlist

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Mornings with Aaron were always a bit of a blur — half-asleep kisses, shared coffee, the distant sound of Jack’s cartoons playing in the background. But this morning? This morning, you were wide awake.

And considering you weren’t much of a morning person, that was really saying something.

It had started out like any other, with Aaron stepping out of the shower, towel slung low on his hips as he rifled through the closet. Normally, you’d be groggy, scrolling aimlessly through your phone (doom-scrolling, as Aaron liked to scold you for it), still half-buried in the warmth of the covers.

But today? Today, your blood ran cold the moment you saw it.

The light blue shirt.

You had hidden that damn thing. You knew you had. Tucked it away in the spare closet under the guise of out of sight, out of mind because every time he wore it, you lost yours.

The way it stretched across his broad shoulders, how the top buttons always strained just a little too much, teasing a glimpse of his collarbones, and — oh God —the way the fabric draped over his stomach, soft but firm, inviting. That shirt was dangerous. Like super, totally, jail-worthy dangerous.

And yet, there it was, sliding over his arms, his fingers expertly buttoning it up as if he didn’t just pull a landmine of temptation out of nowhere.

You gawked. Actually gawked. Your mouth had parted, your phone frozen in your hand, every thought in your brain screeching to a halt as you watched him tuck the shirt into his slacks.

“Everything okay, angel?”

You scrambled to collect yourself. “Of course. Yeah. Absolutely,” you blurted, slapping your phone onto the nightstand and tossing the covers off like it was a totally normal morning and not an active test of your self-restraint.

Hotch turned slightly, adjusting his cufflinks, and good lord, even his wrists were attractive.

“You’re, uhm… planning to wear that shirt? At the office? All day?”

He paused mid-adjustment, brow furrowing. “That is generally the purpose of a shirt, isn’t it, honey?”

Smug. So smug.

You hummed, pointedly ignoring him as you threw yourself into making the bed at a record-breaking speed, chucking the pillows in no particular order.

You could feel his gaze, lingering on you like the press of fingertips against skin.

“You know,” he mused, voice far too casual for someone who was undoubtedly laying a trap, “it was very odd that I had to look in the spare closet for this shirt.” A brief pause. “I don’t recall putting it there.”

You swallowed, schooling your expression before turning to face him, feigning innocence like your life depended on it. “Weird,” you said, voice a little too high-pitched. “That’s so weird.”

“Almost like someone put it there on purpose.”

You exhaled a sharp laugh, shaking your head. “Oh, that’s ridiculous.”

He stepped closer. “Is it?”

His scent — warm cedar and clean linen — was a little too close, seeping into your lungs, threading itself through your ribs like it belonged there. Your eyes dropped, completely on accident, tracing the lines of his shoulders, the way that stupid shirt pulled over ever so slightly across his chest, the curve of his stomach, the fabric fitting too well in all the wrong ways.

You regretted it instantly. This was exactly why the shirt had been banned. It was not even eight in the morning, and your thoughts had already derailed into places they had no business existing before coffee — or at all, really, if you wanted to maintain even a shred of decorum.

“Did you hear that?” You pointed vaguely toward the hallway. “I think Jack’s calling for me.”

Hotch didn’t even pretend to fall for it. He didn’t turn his head, didn’t so much as glance toward the door. He simply stood there, completely unmoved, because he had long since mastered the art of seeing through your bullshit. “Jack’s at the table eating cereal.”

“Okay, well,” you huffed, crossing your arms in a weak attempt at composure, “maybe he needs more cereal.”

Aaron took another step closer, erasing the space between you like it had never existed in the first place. His hands found your hips, smoothing over the curve of your waist before settling firmly on your ass.

“I think Jack’s fine.”

Your mouth opened, then closed. Thoughts came and went, none of them appropriate for the hour, let alone for a house with a child in it.

“Just admit it, angel. You hid the shirt didn’t you?”

“I did no suc–” The words slipped off your tongue, landing somewhere on the floor when you felt his fingers flex, squeezing just enough to make you forget what you were even trying to defend in the first place.

His hands pressed you even closer to him, stealing the last bit of space you had left. “What was that, my sweet angel?”

Your dignity. That’s what you were trying to defend.

You swallowed, blinking hard, trying to reboot your entire system. “I—”

“I didn’t quite catch that,” he interrupted, his voice far too amused at your expense. “You were saying?”

You were saying something. You were definitely saying something.

“I need coffee,” you managed, the words rushed. “Lots of it.”

Before he could stop you — before you could stop you — you pushed away, slipping past him with all the grace of someone pretending they hadn’t just lost.

As you reached the door, his voice followed.

“I’ll be right behind you.”

You spun halfway, your eyes all glares and daggers.

“No, you will not be.”

With that, you took the stairs two at a time, eager to put some much-needed distance between you and the absolute menace you called your boyfriend.

Downstairs, Jack was already finished with his cereal, swinging his legs idly under the table as he drained the last of his juice. A quick glance at the clock told you Jessica would be here any second, and sure enough, a soft knock at the door signalled her arrival.

Perfect timing.

You moved to help Jack with his backpack, giving yourself the illusion normalcy. And just as you thought you had successfully dodged whatever antics Aaron had planned next, you heard his familiar footsteps behind you.

Because of course he wasn’t done with you.

You turned, fully expecting him to be put together — tie knotted, suit jacket in place. But no, none of those things had happened. And you knew it was on purpose. Because normally by now he’d be ready to walk out the door, every detail in place. But instead, he stood there deliberately unpolished. And worse? He was lingering.

He met your gaze briefly, the corner of his mouth twitching before he turned his attention to Jack, ruffling his hair as he crouched to say goodbye.

You exhaled slowly, pressing your fingers into your temples as you moved toward the kettle. But the second you heard the door click shut, your spoon wavered mid-air and the coffee slipped through your fingers.

Dark grains scattered across the counter, a mess spreading over the surface like a visual representation of your crumbling self-control. You sucked in a sharp breath, blinking down at the spill as if it had personally betrayed you.

You reached for the paper towels, determined to fix something—but before your fingers could grasp them, a hand beat you to it.

“I got you,” Aaron murmured, just as you hesitated, your retreating fingers gripping the edge of the counter instead, bracing yourself against something far stronger than frustration.

Because he wasn’t lying when he said he’d be right behind you.

He was.

Pressed flush against your back, entirely there, his body moulding into yours as though he had been built to fit against you. He calmly swept up the coffee grounds into his palm, leaving you with no room to do anything but feel him there.

You could take this to HR.

You could really get him into some trouble.

“Aaron.”

He hummed slowly, like he had all the time in the world. “Yes, sweetheart?”

“The sugar,” you managed, and it sounded pathetic, like a plea for something entirely different.

“Of course.”

His warmth retreated as he reached into the cupboard for the pink ceramic sugar jar — the one you’d insisted on buying when you unofficially moved in.

Aaron never took sugar in anything. If it were up to him, he’d leave it in the paper bags it came in, neatly folded over with a clip, untouched and forgotten. But you?

Sugar went everywhere.

Between the constant spills, the half-open bags, and the tiny grains mysteriously appearing in places they shouldn’t, you had deemed it completely justifiable to buy the overpriced but pretty container.

And despite his grumbling at the time, he never moved it from your designated spot.

Now, he pulled it from the cupboard, holding it with an air of innocence as he turned back to you.

But there was nothing innocent about the man standing in front of you right now.

You reached for it, but just as your fingers brushed the ceramic, he pulled it back.

Your eyes snapped to his, irritation flaring instantly.

“Why don’t you want me to wear this shirt?”

You groaned, dropping your head back. “Seriously? You’re denying me sugar and blackmailing me with it?”

Aaron’s eyes dragged down your body before his lips parted. “Well,” he began, “I get my sweetness from somewhere else.”

Your entire body locked up.

“Looks like you will too,” he added, holding the sugar just out of reach, “until you learn to be honest.”

You almost slammed your forehead into the cupboard behind you because oh my God.

For a full three seconds, you just stared at him, at the absolute audacity written all over his face, at the way he stood there, completely composed, smirking at you like he hadn’t just said the most heinous thing imaginable before denying you coffee.

And for what? A shirt?

“Great heavens, Aaron, it’s a stupid shirt,” you huffed, throwing your hands in the air. “Fine. Wear it. Wear it to work, wear it to meetings, wear it to court—hell, wear it to bed for all I care.”

His smirk deepened.

“Is that an official request?”

You jaw dropped, your hand flying to swat at his chest but he barely flinched.

“Or,” he continued, catching your wrist far too easily, “how about I compromise?”

Your brow lifted, suspicion creeping in.

His fingers traced idly over the inside of your wrist. “How about,” he murmured, pressing a kiss just above your pulse. “I wear it now — and you don’t have to admit what you did…”

You inhaled, a warning brewing on your lips but then —

“All you need to do,” he finished, his voice deceptively soft, “is just bend over the counter for me.”

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If you love Mouth&Millie (OTH) and you want reblog or like,this is the link of my reblog couples :)

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agendabymooner · 3 months ago

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SOMETHING WELL-BEHAVED !!! OSCAR P. X FEM!READER (18+)

summary: sometimes, the quietest people in public made the goodest boys in bed.

content warning: smut under the cut (minors dni!), explicit language, sub!oscar, praising, p in v, oscar being overstimmed and potentially on subspace, drabble because i haven't written in a while oml

note: pardon me, i'm just milly rocking into 2025 rn. this season was in shambles i needed to write something beforehand.

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‘stay still.’

two words that she repeated over and over again, but oscar was far off the ground as of this point that he wasn’t sure what those words meant.

“stay still,” she murmured before catching his earlobe between her teeth, her hand reaching behind his head and tugging on his hair like she owned him.

oh, she owned him as much as he did her. but right now, he was a putty being molded into a good boy that he was.

“m-my god,” oscar stammered, his brain foggy with desire and desperation to feel her touch.

“shhh… stay still,” she said before clambering up his lap and sinking down on his cock- his well-loved cockthat she couldn’t get enough of when it came to riding it. “ah, god.”

“fuck yes, baby,” oscar whimpered hoarsely, his eyes squinting whenever he felt the beats that made a rhythm between the pair of them. she didn’t have to sing to create quite a masterpiece. “god, this pussy of yours, baby.”

“you like that?”

“fuck- yes, honey,” oscar said needily, “need this cunt so bad.”

“yeah?”

she supposed that the quietest people in public made the most vocal men in bed. she wasn’t sure. oscar was always vocal in bed, and almost domineering. but he was never… submissive.

not until now.

“god, fuck me,” oscar cried out in a groggy voice, “yes, yes, ride me, baby. ride me. please, baby, please.”

“good boy,” she crooned, her hips allowing her to ride oscar like she would a horse. his cock had never gotten soft from their previous rounds; oscar was that horny for her. “good fucking boy, baby.”

“yes, ‘m your good boy,” oscar said, his mouth practically drooling as soon as she pressed her two fingers into it. his mouth swirled around those fingers, coating them wet. “mffh- mfhm-“

she never was once the domineering type. but if her beau acted like this more often…

yeah… perhaps she’d fuck oscar like a good boy that he was more often.

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helen-with-an-a · 2 months ago

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Hi van you write Lucy Bronze x reader. Reader and Lucy both changed club. R at Arsenal and obviously Lucy at Chelsea. Can you write something about the first game against eachother. Reader is striker so she and Lucy are at battle a lot

Rivalry

Lucy Bronze x Reader

Description: It's the first London Derby for you and Lucy

TW: slight suggestiveness

“Now, remember, you guys do actually love each other,” Millie reminded, her eyebrow arched as she looked at Lucy.

Lucy crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes, flicking a dismissive look across the room. “Not when she’s wearing red, I don’t,” she shot back, her lips pursed.

Millie sighed, rubbing her temples. “You’re literally married,” she deadpanned.

Before Lucy could shoot back, Erin bounded over, grinning from ear to ear. “C’mon, Bronzey. Time to do your worst,” she cheered, her hands landing firmly on Lucy’s shoulders. She gave Lucy an enthusiastic shake, encouraging the childish competitiveness.

"Remember, you’re married. You love her," Kim reminded gently, her Scottish accent warm and soothing as she placed a reassuring hand on your shoulder.

You shook her off with a dramatic shrug, glancing off to the side. "Not whilst she’s in blue," you said with a smirk, half-joking but also incredibly serious.

Kim raised an eyebrow, trying to hide her amusement, though a smile tugged at the corner of her mouth.

"That’s what we like to hear," came Katie's playful response, clearly enjoying the spark of mischief in your tone. She leaned in with a wolfish grin, unfazed by the disapproving glance Kim shot in her direction.

“Honestly,” Kim muttered, rolling her eyes but unable to hide her amusement, “you two are impossible.”

You chuckled, exchanging a knowing look with Katie, who winked in return, thoroughly unbothered by Kim’s scolding.

The London Derby – a clash of colours, red vs blue, Arsenal against Chelsea. The stadium was electric, fans on both sides roaring as the teams took their places, the rivalry as fierce as ever. This wasn’t just any match; it was a battle of pride, a test of skill, a stage where heroes were made.

On one side, Arsenal’s new Left Winger, all determination and fire, an unstoppable force that already had 10 goals to her name. Across from her, Chelsea’s Right Back, just as new to the club but with a resolve just as sharp. One of the best defenders in the world, and ready to prove herself.

It was Bronze vs Y/S/N – a head-to-head destined to draw all eyes, both players back in the WSL and ready to prove they belonged.

You loved playing with Lucy – there was an undeniable rhythm when you were on the same side. Your link-ups at City and England were the stuff of legends and had followed you across to La Liga F. But playing against her? That was something else entirely. There was an excitement, a spark that transformed the entire field into a chessboard, a dance floor for you to twist and turn on.

You knew exactly how she moved, the subtle shifts of her weight before a sprint, the flicker of her eyes before she went for a pass. You could practically feel what was running through her head, and she’d always been an open book to you on the field. But it worked both ways. Lucy knew your tactics inside out, the plays you liked, the feints you tried to slip past her, even the tiny tells you had when you were about to break away. She saw it all.

This mutual understanding turned the match into something thrilling – a mental game layered onto the physical. Every pass you intercepted, every tackle she made, felt like a challenge issued and answered. It was a test of skill and instinct, one that you rarely found with other opponents. There was an intensity to it, a sense of pushing each other to the edge, each play daring the other to do better. Against her, you played your best.

“Loser’s tied up tonight?” Lucy whispered in your ear as you lined up for the corner, her hands grazing your hips in a way that set your heart racing, even if you wouldn’t show it.

“Bring it, Bronze.” You shot back, unfazed, letting your smile seep into your voice. You’d trained against her for years now; her mind games weren’t new territory. If anything, you were more amused than anything else.

Lucy let out a dramatic sigh, clearly ready to keep up the act. “Ugh, that’s Bronze-Y/S/N, thank you very much,” she whispered, sounding almost offended, but the glimmer in her eye gave her away.

“Well, the back of your shirt still says Bronze,” you replied, raising an eyebrow and glancing back at her with a smirk.

“And yours still says Y/S/N.” She countered. Before you could toss another witty remark back, you heard a voice cutting through the tension.

“Stop flirting and concentrate, Luce,” Hannah called out, her tone half-exasperated, half-amused as she tried to organise her back line.

You could see Lucy bite her lip, her cheeks tinged pink, a slight laugh escaping her. "Yeah, Lucy, wouldn't want flirting with your incredibly sexy wife to be the reason I score now would we." You winked, sticking your tongue out as you nodded at Katie.

You charged down the wing, adrenaline rushing through your veins as you collected a beautifully weighted pass from Leah from the edge of the box. Without breaking stride, you looked up, assessing the field. Lucy and Hannah were the only Chelsea players left between you and the goal.

The options whirled in your mind in seconds. A long-range shot? It would be ambitious, a shot from barely over halfway. You were still in the centre circle, but Hannah was off her line, hovering just far enough to tempt fate. The safer play would be to drive it forward, close the distance, but Lucy was waiting, ready to close in if you tried to slip past her. You could see her watching you, ready to pounce the moment your concentration slipped.

Your eyes flicked to the goal, a decision making itself for you. Steeling yourself, you brought your leg back, letting power build. Releasing it in a controlled strike, you watched as the ball launched from your boot, a perfect arc carrying it high and fast over the field.

Hannah scrambled back, her fingertips grazing the air, but it was too late. The ball sailed over her reach and crashed into the back of the net, sending the netting rippling in glorious confirmation.

For a single, suspended heartbeat, the entire pitch seemed to hold its breath. The impossible shot hung in the air, every eye tracing its perfect arc until it dropped, nestling into the back of the net. And then, the silence shattered. Cheers exploded from the stands, a roar that rolled over the field and settled into your bones, fuelling the rush already coursing through you. You let out a breath you hadn’t realised you were holding, a wide grin breaking across your face as what you had just done fully set in.

Turning back, you searched the field for Lucy, anticipation bubbling up in you. When you caught her eye, her expression was priceless – caught between surprise and reluctant admiration. Her mouth opened as if to protest, but then she closed it, lips twisting into a smile that was more fond than annoyed, even if it was tinged with a hint of competitive frustration.

For a moment, neither of you said a word. You simply shared that look, the quiet acknowledgment of having pushed each other, of knowing exactly how to get under each other’s skin on the field – and of enjoying every second of it.

"Is it too much to use the red ties?" you teased, a smirk tugging at your lips as you strolled up to Lucy, your voice dripping with teasing charm.

Lucy let out an exaggerated gasp, pressing a hand to her chest like she was utterly wounded. "My pride is on the floor, and yet you still kick me when I'm down!" she replied, though her eyes sparkled with laughter, making it impossible for her to sell the act.

You laughed loudly, thoroughly undeterred by her theatrics. "What can I say? London is red after all," you replied as you stepped even closer, closing the last of the distance. Without hesitation, you slipped your arms around her waist, pulling her against you. "And your arse will be too by the time I’m done with you," you whispered, your voice dropping to a seductive murmur as your lips brushed her ear.

Lucy’s cheeks flushed that perfect shade of pink, and she gave a nervous laugh, casting a quick, cautious glance over her shoulder. “We’re still in public, you know,” she murmured, though the deepening colour in her cheeks showed she wasn’t entirely complaining.

“Oh, I know.” You looked up at her with a wicked smile, savouring the moment, not quite ready to pull away just yet.

But before you could say anything more, Leah’s voice cut through the tension, loud and teasing. “Oi, stop with the weird foreplay and go shower!” she called, casting an exaggerated eye-roll in your direction and folding her arms, though a hint of a grin tugged at her mouth.

Lucy laughed, burying her face in your shoulder for a moment, clearly amused and a little embarrassed. With a small sigh, she gave you a reluctant smile. “Guess that’s our cue,” she muttered, squeezing your hand before finally letting go.

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6gumi · 11 months ago

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blessed by the heavens above!

synopsis ﹒ jujutsu kaisen men and their tittie obsession !

pairings ﹒ satoru gojo 、suguru geto 、choso kamo 、kento nanami 、ryomen sukuna ( implications of heian form ! ) 、toji fushiguro x f!reader

cw ﹒nsfw MDNI. tits, tits, tits ! ! ! 、titplay 、body worship ( ? ) 、established relationships ( ? ) 、petnames ( pretty thing 、princess 、reader referred to as “girl” once, etc ) 、titsucking 、size difference 、fingering ( sukuna only ) 、 toji called “daddy” once 、 jujutsu kaisen men n’ their luv for titties . . . | tag ! @diorsbrando

note﹒BACK W/ THE JJK WRITINGS ! ! YAAAAY ! ! coughs coughs wrote this while i was sickies . . . (again) i kept sniffling & sniffing each word i wrote down cries . . . i hope i didn’t make too many mistakes :> | reblogs are highly appreciated. if you want to talk to me or send thirsts / requests, feel free to send me an ask ! — millie ♡

୨୧ SATORU GOJO

gojo was having a rough day . . . the higher ups giving him an earful here and there . . . and exorcizing curses left and right, he was exhausted, so it was almost obvious how he was gonna relax for the entire night ! by laying on your chest ! “i’m gonna take it off now, kay?” his large hands ran through the silky piece of fabric covering your entire body. his beautiful eyes widened at the sight of your bare chest, appreciation clear in his gaze. he licked his lips, unable to resist reaching out and lightly grazing his fingers over your skin, a low hum rumbling in his throat. "fuck . . . now that's what I'm talking about," he says, his voice husky with desire. "damn, angel. your tits are absolutely perfect, just like you." with a mischievous glint in his eye, your exhausted boyfriend leaned in and took one of her nipples into his mouth, suckling it gently before releasing it with a pop . . smirking up at you before latching his mouth back onto your nipple.

shit, he loved your tits, he’d ways pay attention to its warmth, and how it felt within his wet mouth. his mouth nearly watering as he struggled to contain his excitement. gojo’s teeth lazily bit at your nipple, trying to be as gentle as possible . . . breathing heavily through his nose trying to maintain some semblance of control amidst the temptation of your body. you were so small compared to him, yet here he was suckin’ and biting at your nipples . . practically crushing your body from below. despite that, his eyes never left their prize, you. reaching out, he brushed a thumb over one taut nipple of yours . . . earning a sharp gasp. “you make me wanna touch, taste, and explore every inch of you, princess.” the sorcerer spoke playfully, squeezing gently. “can we do this every time i come home?”

୨୧ SUGURU GETO

suguru’s heart swelled as he watched you curl up next to him, he needed your warmth and you were giving him just that. the soft whimpers you made . . . drove him to the edge. the room was bathed in a warm, inviting glow from the fairy lights strung around the windows, casting a rosy hue on the soft sheets and fluffy pillows surrounding you both. gently, suguru traced his fingers along the smooth curve of your hip, drawing lazy circles that made you squirm ever so slightly. despite that, it was a simple pleasure, but it brought him immense joy to see the effect he had on his adorable girlfriend. the sorcerer leaned in closer, whispering into your ear . . . bringing his voice down to a low yet soft whisper as his breath tickled your delicate skin. "see? you’re doing so well, bun," your boyfriend cooed softly, his voice full of warmth and affection. “hm . . . were these things always this cute?”

“your body’s divine, i could look at it for eternity.” suguru examined your tits, he was almost . . . fascinated with how they look. god, how did he not notice their beauty until now? with a tender smile, your boyfriend began to play with your ample breasts, pinching and twisting your sensitive nipples as he watched your pretty face contort in pure pleasure. “yeah . . . my darling likes that, hm?” he could feel his dick pressing against it’s confines as he grunted, squeezing at your pretty breasts even harder than before. “. . . s—sugu . . .” a soft murmur left your lips, your teary eyes gazing up at him. “ . . ‘squeezin’ too hard, sugu . .” “lovely . . . if you say that, i can guarantee that i’ll squeeze these pretty things even harder than i already am. so keep that pretty mouth shut and let ‘sugu do all the work, got it?”

୨୧ CHOSO KAMO

“ . . . baby,” choso’s low voice reverberated through the room, his stare sweet and gentle as he pinched your nipple against his thumb. his own eyes were wide at the display of your breasts, a shiver of desire coursed through him . . . swallowing a lump in his throat as he could feel his dick beginning to swell, pressing against the fabric of his pants. "they’re so beautiful . . “ choso murmured, his voice thick with need for you, the sight was too much. unknowingly licking his lips, he brought your other breast to his mouth, sucking on the nipple and teasing it with his tongue. the cursed spirit’s fingers trailed downwards to your sides, teasing the edge of your panties . . . his grip tightening, almost urging you to rock against him, to feel the length of his erection.

"you’re a good girl," choso praised, his fingers lightly tracing over the curves of your breasts nonstop. he was addicted to the feeling . . . the feeling of your sensitive skin sent shivers down his spine. choso leaned in once more, his lips finding your other nipple, licking and sucking gently, watching as you arched into the touch. "you’re a good girl for letting me see these beautiful things . . . so damn hot," choso bit down gently, a soft smile playing on his lips. choso knew the real remedy for your heat; a good, deep pounding from his throbbing cock. but yet . . . he wanted your breasts . . he wanted to give them his attention, worship them. you always knew he had a thing for titties . . . but tonight, he let his obsession shine through even more. your nipples peaked under the gentle pressure, and the sight sent a surge of arousal coursing through his body. “so pretty, baby . . . such pretty tits you have . .”

୨୧ KENTO NANAMI

nanami’s grip tightens on your arm, a low growl rumbling in his chest. he’s been waiting for this, for you. he’s been away from you for too long, a dreadful feeling of irritation was running through his veins and you noticed that. “you . . . okay, ken?” your husband sighs, hauling you onto his lap, the heat from his body seeping through you. you’re smaller than him, and he loves that. it makes him feel good. nanami’s hand cups your breast, kneading it roughly through the fabric. " . . . i’m just exhausted, princess," he cooed slowly, his voice thick with desire. “just . . . just wanna taste you tonight.” nanami had never imagined himself as the type to be so impulsive, but now here he was, unable to resist the pleasure that awaited him, the irresistible joy of feeling your pretty tits he loved so much against his hands.

“ . . . you’re beautiful.” nanami’s heart raced as he feasted on the sight of you infront of him, he was a man who had never allowed himself such indulgences, but now, in this moment, he found he could no longer resist. lowering his head, your husband tenderly kissed each of your swollen nipples, his hands gently massaging the flesh that surrounded them. your whines grew more insistent and adorable, prompting nanami to do more than he should. the sound of your whine was like music to his ears, sending a thrill down his spine as he leaned down . . . lips brushing against your other nipple, nibbling softly. “pardon me for my ignorance, sweetheart . . . i just needed you so much today. you’re so beautiful . . . it drives me absolutely crazy. these tits . . . so irresistible.”

୨୧ RYOMEN SUKUNA

sukuna reveled in the warmth of your body against his own. the feel of your soft yet delicious flesh beneath his fingertips sent electric shock down his spine. sukuna roughly squeezed one of your breasts, marveling at its firmness. “m—more please . .” you muttered against his chest, the curse’s large hand slid further down, fingers probing between your legs as the wetness he discovered sent a surge of excitement coursing through him. “. . . impatient girl.” the king of curses slowly pushed two fingers inside of you, feeling the tight warmth enveloping his fingers. “you’re a needy slut, you know that?” he scoffs, his fingers in and out of your pretty pussy gently. As he did so, he leaned in closer, “here you are . . . begging me for more. just wait ‘till i fuck this slutty pussy of yours ‘till all you see are stars,”

sukuna’s fingers worked expertly, chuckling lowly at your sweet whines while his other arms held your thighs, keeping your pretty legs spread for him “pathetic . . . ‘s like you’re easy to break.” his fingers danced further as his thumb circled your clit while the others plunged in and out of your cunt, coaxing you closer and closer to the edge. "just look at these tits . . .” with each syllable of his words he spoke, his digits gradually worked faster, latching his mouth right on your nipples . . . transitioning between sucking, nipping, teasing. the king of curses could feel the heat of your desire, and he wanted to be the one to quench it. “so fuckin’ small . . . even your pussy can’t take my fingers.”

୨୧ TOJI FUSHIGURO

"do’ya like this, doll?" toji’s way of relieving his stress is getting a small ‘lil squeeze of your tits ! or . . . perhaps more than that. his cruel gaze glanced down at your smaller stature, a cocky grin on his lips as he was practically looming over you. toji’s hand slid down your figure, digits dipping between your legs, stroking your wetness. “tell me you want this. tell me you want me." his hands roamed over your entire body, his touch confident and bold as he explored you willingly beneath his body. "damn, you're even more amazing than i imagined," he whispered into your ear, “ . . . might ‘hafta keep ya. don’t want other morons stealin’ ya, doll-face.” toji’s smirk widened as he gently stroked your hair, relishing in the sight of your precious expressions. it was intoxicating to him, this vulnerability that you endured had him in a chokehold.

“always wondered how these pretty tits tasted, baby. guess i should have a ‘lil taste myself tonight,” toji’s frame leaned even closer, looming over yours. “c’mon sweet girl, let daddy take care of you," he whispered, his hand sliding down to cup your breast, his warm breath ghosting over your sensitive flesh before he began to lick and nibble, lapping up the sweet taste of your skin . . his thumb circling with increasing speed as your moans grew louder, more desperate. “fuck, pretty-dolly . . . yer tits are drivin’ me crazy.” toji’s low voice rumbled against his chest, his free hand gripping your hip as he held you firmly in place. “c’mere. sit on my lap, pretty thing . i can give ya somethin’ else to moan and whine about.”

#millie’s writings ✔︎#this took so long . . had 2 repost !#jujutsu kaisen #jjk smut #jjk x reader #gojo x reader #toji smut #choso smut #geto smut #geto x reader #nanami smut #sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #nanami x reader #gojo smut #toji x reader #choso x reader

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haologram · 4 months ago

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stairway to the stars ☆ l.jh [m]

⤷ part of 'a very seventeen christmas' secret santa event! synopsis: your husband has always been supportive of your dreams - from the sidelines. he stays to himself, he keeps his mouth shut. it's you that can't stop running yours when your co-star is all over him. genre: established relationship au, tiny bit of angst, fluff, smut? pairing: husband!lee jihoon x actress!fem!reader word count: 1.5k...it pained me to stop it here. rating: 18+. minors do not interact. warnings: mentions of jealousy, ideation of infidelity, general relationship dynamics. clit play, kissing, in the backseat...you know the vibes. what to listen to: stargirl interlude - the weeknd, lana del rey ; never lose me - flo milli ; the boy is mine - monica, brandy. author's note: hi baby @monamipencil ♡ i hope you enjoy my little segment for you! i did 1000% pull this out of thin air but please let me know if there is ever anything else i can write for you. much love from your secret santa. ♡

"Don't forget about me, sweetheart." It was one of the few phrases your husband burned in your brain when your career really started taking off. He'd only been your boyfriend then, trying his hardest to prove himself worthy of your affections and time. You promised you wouldn't, over shared bottles of heady Cabernet and stolen kisses. The following years proved most difficult – from fighting over not spending enough time together because of your jobs, to vacationing for months on end without repercussions – you were rising to the top way too fast for him to wrap his head around it.

But never once did his love, loyalty, or respect for you falter. He watched quietly from the sidelines, silently supportive of all your endeavors. He'd grimace inwardly a bit if your lipstick stained anyone else's lips on the big screen, he'd clear his throat one too many times if you shed any tears during a scene. He held your waist at events, a silent reminder that your ascend up the stairway to the stars was in good company.

When you finally got a bit of time for yourself, he made it his priority to become someone more permanent in your life. With eyes that never strayed and a heart that only beat for you, he proposed softly as the two of you took a midnight stroll for the first time in a long time. He apologized for not making it something grand, promising your wedding would be to die for and he'd pull every string possible to give you the honeymoon of your dreams – only for you to stop his rambling with a teary kiss to his lips. Telling your friends the news of the proposal was an exciting feat, until it fell on the ears of multiple of your co-stars. You hadn't ever even spoken of a boyfriend (you had, they just didn't remember), and a few of the men you'd worked with questioned the validity of your engagement, of your relationship – and it eventually got back to Jihoon. Whispers of the startup CEO dating an actress filled his office, side-eyed glances made him uneasy in his own skin and he hated it – he hated that people wouldn't mind their own business.

Needless to say, it pissed him off. He'd never been openly possessive, but a part of him knew that neither of you had an issue understanding where you stood in each other's lives. From dating, to girlfriend, to wife – you'd always been open about who Jihoon was to you and what his presence meant. You never shied away from answering his questions if any, and you proudly presented him as your significant other if he managed to attend any of your events. This alone was enough for the two of you to realize that people in your industry didn't take relationships too seriously, and enough for you to hard-launch your relationship by posting your wedding photos on social media.

The industry did not like that, but you didn't care. You and your agent continued to book role after role, your husband continuing to grow his business and make a name for himself in the world of music production…a stepping stone for him, and the first moment of blood-boiling jealousy you'd ever experienced at the side of Lee Jihoon.

Her hand was on his shoulder as they spoke music, and he swiftly moved out of her grasp, sure. The dance floor was full of couples, a dance floor you'd intended to whisk him onto after reapplying your lipstick in the washroom. Someone Like You by Van Morrison played as you stood a few feet away, your face contorted in a fit of envy as you saw your husband push her hand away, the words I'm married, please don't touch me falling from his lips. The woman grimaced – the same woman you'd starred alongside for three seasons of the very same show you were all celebrating a renewal for tonight – and she shrugged her shoulders, before the dreaded words fell from her own red lips.

"So? She doesn't have to know."

Jihoon looked taken aback, and it was almost like he was a moth drawn to a flame – his eyes landed on you, and the way your jaw was tight with anger as you made your way over.

"Soyoung, nice to see you. Did you lose something here, dearest?" You speak softly, staring at your co-star with eyes of fire. She gave you a sleazy smirk, shaking her head. "Not at all, Y/N. Enjoying the party?" "It's lovely, isn't it? Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm feeling a bit under the weather." You gave her a tight smile, your hand wrapping around Jihoon's wrist watch as you pulled him away. He'd never seen you in such a state, eager to get him out of the venue and into the backseat of the black car waiting for you. Your arms were crossed as you sat facing away from him, before he made eye contact with the driver. He raised his brow, and the driver nodded, swiftly raising the partition as Jihoon turned to face you.

"Something bothering you, sweetheart?" He saw the way your shoulders tensed under the wine red straps of your dress, your legs crossed at the knee baring the skin of your thigh under the slit of the skirt. You gave him a glance through the corner of your eye, your lip jutted out in a pout as he cooed at you, making you huff in embarrassment.

"I don't like her." You mutter, "I don't like what she said and I don't like how she was all over you. She's literally my co-star. She knows we're married." "As much as I like your little pout and think you're adorable, I don't like that you're upset. You know I'd never wrong you, especially not like that." He tilts his head at you, making you pinch the bridge of your nose. "I know, Ji. I know." He's not satisfied with your answer, his hand reaching over to graze your knee, biting back his smile at the way your shoulders lose their tension at his touch. Your jaw remains tight, shaking your head in disbelief. "We've been co-stars for three years. You'd think she'd have some fucking respect for me." You were always so calm and collected, never too outwardly expressive of your disdain for people or their actions. He feels almost guilty for the growing tightness in his pants as you click your tongue, facing him as his fingers trace circles into your skin. "You're literally my husband. That's how I introduced you. My husband, Jihoon. Not Lee Jihoon, not the CEO of Ruby Productions, my husband. She's so shameless, I almost pity her." You tongue your cheek with a humorless laugh, and he can't help but feel his cheeks heat at the visual. He's silent as you run a hand through your hair, your earrings swinging as you shake your head again, giving him a pitiful smile.

"I'm sorry, I know this is out of character." You sigh, leaning your head on his shoulder. He nods, shifting slightly as your hand splays across his thigh. You press a kiss to his cheek, stamping your lipstick on his pale skin when you notice the flush on his cheeks. He clears his throat as you stare at him, a look of disbelief glossing over your eyes as you gape at him.

"You liked it?" "In my defense, you're hot when you're mad." He scoffs embarrassedly, making you huff out a laugh. "Jihoon." "I'm sorry." He presses a kiss to your temple as you roll your eyes. "Are you?" "No." He smiles against your skin, and you feel your cheeks heat as he trails his lips down your neck. "I love you, sweetheart. Just you." "I know, Ji." You sigh, feeling a bit of heat pool in your lower belly as he nips at your shoulder with a hum. "I don't think you do. Maybe I should remind you." Your cheeks grow hot as he gently pulls your thigh over his, his teeth nipping at the shell of your ear as he snaps the waistband of your underwear against your hip. "Now you know how I feel. Everyone always has their hands all over you, like you're not spoken for." You shudder as he slips his fingers under the cotton fabric, smirking against your skin as your hand wraps around his watch. You bite down on your lip as his finger traces your clit, your nails barely digging into his wrist. "Ji, not here." Your body betrays your words, your grip on his wrist loosening as he pulls your thigh higher on his lap. "Why? Aren't you mine?" His voice is sultry as you shiver against him, slim fingers collecting your arousal while he nips at your ear.

"Yes, but-" "Oh, there's a but?" He slides a finger inside you easily, your words getting caught in your throat as you whimper. "Hoonie…" "Tell you what, pretty." He slips his hand out as the car slows to stop, the front of the hotel you're staying at coming into view. "We're going to go upstairs and you're gonna take this dress off for me, and I'll show you who the brightest star in my sky is. Go."

You nearly stumble as your husband walks out behind you, his arm wrapping around your waist as he bids the driver goodbye. You feel his teeth on your shoulder, his voice low as he speaks into your ear.

“And keep those heels on for me."

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leahsgf · 1 month ago

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— LOST FOR WORDS

alessia russo x reader | masterlist

⤷ just pure fluff based on this ask

୨୧

you barely have time to react, or even move an inch from your spot sprawled across the sofa - before the front door practically flies off its hinges, and your apartment is filled with the absolute whirlwind that is your girlfriend.

“i’m back!” she beams as you sit up, coming into her line of sight - and in quite literally the blink of an eye she was dropping her bags and launching herself practically flat on top of you, and straight into a full- blown ramble, barely giving herself a moment to breathe (or for you to even say hello)

despite alessia’s usual reserved nature, you had completely expected and predicted this - as it occurred every single time she came home to you after being around tooney, her best friend’s sheer amount of energy being beyond infectious.

“oh my god you will not believe the few weeks i’ve had, it was insane! it was so intense, like the training and stuff, but it was so fun! my legs are still sore by the way i will be requesting a massage later. i’ve been annoying the girls all week about it apparently - i think they’re overreacting but whatever. oh! and i wish i could’ve recorded the way keira absolutely destroyed georgia in this one drill - she went face first onto the grass! we were laughing about it for ages, even sarina! and the games! babe, the games were - wait, you watched them right? oh yes of course you did i remember you saying on facetime, but i’ll tell you anyway-”

you smile at her fondly, your eyes never leaving her as she sits up a bit, her hands flying around animatedly as she recalled literally every waking moment since she’d been away to you.

her presence is almost electric, lighting up the entire room in a way that made you realise just how much you missed her - even when she’s like this, overflowing with stories, not letting you get a word in, details tumbling out of her mouth as if she was afraid that she’d forget them if she didn’t say them quick enough.

“and millie - oh god, you know what she’s like, right? she dared tooney to-”

you suddenly decide to lean forward and cup her face, cutting her off mid sentence by pressing your lips to hers gently.

and for a moment, she freezes. you feel her entire body stiffen, mimicking a statue, before you feel the heat radiating off her cheeks beneath your fingertips. her hands, which had been gesturing madly mere seconds ago - hover awkwardly mid air for a second, before they spring into action, like you’d just pressed play on her remote - and they wrap around your waist, kissing you back, and instinctively deepening it.

when you finally pull away, she blinks at you, dazed - buffering, almost.

“w-what…um. what was i saying?” she stammers, volume suddenly much quieter than before, her face burning red.

“something about millie and a dare?” you grin, knowing there was zero chance she’d remember it now, thumb stroking her face as she practically crumbled beneath your touch.

she opens and shuts her mouth almost robotically, no words leaving her lips. instead, they let out the smallest, breathiest laugh as she shakes her head, still visibly flustered.

“you can finish telling me later.” you tease lightly, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek, and another to the corner of her mouth. “just really missed you.”

alessia all but melted at that, arms drawing you into her hold as she buried her face into your neck, peppering kisses onto the exposed skin that peeked out from underneath your her shirt.

“i missed you more baby.” she mumbles, voice muffled as her hand moves to tenderly rub your back, drawing little shapes there like she know you loved.

you chuckle, holding her close - bathing in the newfound silence that settled across the room, the only exception being the light patter of the blonde’s heartbeat, steady and warm against you.

me and who me and who me and who

thank you anon for this request i hope i did it justice! literally wrote it in an hour and city just drew to west ham so my evening is going FANTASTICALLY! let me know your thoughtssss

- el x

#alessia russo imagine #alessia russo x reader #woso x reader #arsenal wfc x reader #lionesses x reader #arsenal wfc imagine #lionesses imagine #fluff

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enwoso · 1 month ago

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lovie as a newborn and just cute moments with alessia

MOMENTS WITH YOU | alessia x child!reader

nine cute little moments with lovie as a newborn/baby

grumpy masterlist

1. middle of the night talks.

— it was the middle of the night, 3:42am to be precise and alessia was busy pacing her bedroom as she rocked you gently in her arms, hoping it would lull you into sleep.

the soft glow of the nightlight casted a warm hue over the room, the only sound in the room was alessia's quiet shushing noises as she swayed from side to side.

"listen little one," alessia whispered, resting her cheek against your tiny head. "i love you more than anything but i need you to sleep."

your little lips smacked together, your body still fidgeting in your mummy's arms.

"i know, i know, it's a big scary world," alessia sighed rubbing soothing patterns on your back, "but lovie, i haven't had a solid four hours of sleep since your arrived. help me out?"

you responded with a soft whimper, burying your face deeper in your mummy's chest. alessia let out a tried chuckle, "you're lucky you're the cutest thing ever."

finally your tiny breaths evened out and alessia sat back down in the bed and your arms still wrapped protectively around you.

even in the exhaustion that was definitely piling up since you'd arrive just a little less than three weeks ago, there was something so peaceful about it. just the two of you in the little word, awake while everyone slept.

"you and me, baby," she whispered. "always."

—

2. facetime chaos.

you were curled up on your mummy's chest, your tiny body wrapped in a fluffy pink blanket as alessia propped her phone up against a pillow. her screen lighting up with a facetime call and soon, a chorus of excited voices filled the room.

"can we see her? let us see her!" ella shouted practically shoving millie out of her way just to get closer to the screen.

"chill guys!" alessia laughed, picking her phone up and turning the camera so the girls could see you, as you slept through the chaos.

"oh my days," katie breathed out as her hand went over her mouth, "she's so small"

"she's perfect less," maya beamed in awe, her eyes wide and filled with joy.

you stirred slightly, making a small noise as you cozied back into your mummy's arms. the noise making the whole group melting.

"less, you have to bring her to a match," millie said all the girls cheering in agreement as alessia smiled before adding that they'll have to wait till you were a little bit older.

"she needs her own tiny united kit too!" one of the girls piped up as a smirk appeared on alessia's face as they began to bicker about what name that you should have on the back of your tiny shirt.

"oh i already have one," alessia grinned, "she's gonna be the cutest mascot in history with the number twenty three!"

ella leaned closer to the screen, "little one, open your eyes if you wanna come live with auntie tooney."

you moved slightly but other than that you remained completely unfazed still fast asleep as small snores come from you.

"i think that's a no.." alessia grinned as the girls burst into laughter and for the first time in weeks since you had arrived, alessia felt like herself again.

sure, she was exhausted and her life had completely and utterly changed but for the best possible reason - but some things like her team and the love they shared for one another stayed exactly the same.

and now, she had you to share it with.

—

3. bath disaster.

alessia had seen plenty of videos on how to bathe a newborn, had advice from her midwife and her mum but none of them prepared her for how slippery a tiny wriggly newborn could be.

"alright lovie, this is supposed to be relaxing," alessia murmured as she gently lowered you into the warm water in your small baby tub.

your little arms flailed around as your face scrunched up as if you were considering whether to cry or not.

"it's okay," alessia soothed, cupping water over your belly and for a second it seemed like you were getting used to it, that you actually liked it but then suddenly you let out an ear piercing wail.

"oh no, no" alessia panicked slightly as she adjusted her grip, "lovie i swear i'm not trying to drown you!"

your tiny hands grasped at the air as your face turned bright red as you screamed.

"okay, bath times over," alessia announced as she lifted you out of the bath and quickly into a fluffy towel. "think that was a little traumatic for both of us, eh?"

you sniffled, still fussing as alessia sat on the floor of the bathroom, the same old hoodie which had baby milk and other days old stains on it as she brought you close into her chest rocking you gently.

"see? all good now," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the top of your damp forehead as your body still shook slightly from your sniffles as your cries got quiter.

not even two seconds late, just as alessia was finally calming herself down, you seemingly over the whole bath thing as you peed all over the clean towel.

"yeah, okay," alessia groaned slightly, the joys of motherhood, as she shook her head slightly. "next time, nonna is doing this-"

—

4. watching football together

it had been weeks since alessia had even thought about football properly. of course it had been there but for once it wasn't the forefront of her mind.

she missed it, missed the pitch, the team, the rush of playing but for right now her world revolved around you and soaking up as many firsts with her first born as she could. knowing these moments would form core memories.

but still she figured it was never too early to introduce you to the game.

getting herself comfy on the sofa as she settled you on her chest, facing the tv. the women's super league match on the big screen and the match was no other than — united vs arsenal.

"okay, lovie this is important," alessia whispered as she ran her fingers lightly over your back. "you gotta know the game if your gonna be the next best thing!"

you let out a tiny sigh, your small warm body relaxed against your mummy. no doubt as you were moments away from falling asleep.

"see, that's auntie mary in goal — best in the world and there's auntie tooney but don't ever listen to her when she tells you she's better than me!"

your hand twitched slightly and alessia chuckled, "you agree, don't you?"

for a little while, alessia just lay with you content in her arms as she stroked a thumb over the back of your hair, smoothing down the small baby hairs sticking up on the back of your head.

the quiet sounds of the game playing in the background as you eventually dozed off, completely content.

alessia smiled down at you, pressing her lips to the top of your head. "one day you'll be watching me out there again," she whispered, "and i hope i make you proud."

—

5. sleepy cuddles

it had been another long night. you'd been up every two hours, fussing and crying and alessia was running on fumes.

she lay on the back of the sofa, her body aching and mind foggy. you were finally asleep resting on your mummy's chest as your tiny fingers curled onto alessia's shirt.

alessia knew she could put you down in your crib and use this time to rest herself, have some time to herself but she couldn't bring herself to move.

instead she just tightened her arms around you and closed her eyes, as she listened to the soft rhythm of your breathing.

"one day you won't need to hold you like this," she whispered as she pressed a sleepy kiss to your forehead. "so i'm gonna hold you as much as i can now."

and with that, she left herself drift off, wrapped up in the safest place she knew — right there with her little girl.

—

6. family time with a side of chaos

it was the first proper family dinner since you'd arrived into the big world and as much as alessia loved her family she was starting to regret it.

her dad, mario was in the kitchen debating with her brother, giorgio about which way was the best way to cook pasta while luca was arguing with their younger cousins over who would be your favourite uncle.

meanwhile you, who was completely oblivious to everything going on as you were curled up in your car seat in a deep sleep.

alessia leaned back taking a sip of her water bottle, shaking her head slightly. "she can sleep through all this but wakes up the moment i put her in her crib at home?"

alessia's dad appeared beside her, placing a plate in front of her. "she's got italian in her less, she's already used to the noise." alessia just laughed as she picked up her fork.

as dinner was well under way, you'd woken up as you sat in your mummy's lap. brightly curious eyes looked around the dinner table as luca began to speak.

"right little one, time for your initiation!" luca smiled as alessia's head turned her brows raised in curiosity, wondering what it was.

"which is?"

her brothers as well as her parents all grinned the same smirk all on there lips as you sat curious and oblivious to everything going on around you.

gio help up a tiny baby spoon, "her first taste of pasta sauce!"

alessia's eyes went wide as she looked at the spoon which had a small amount of sauce on the spoon, a loud gasp leaving alessia's lips, "absolutely not!"

luca pouted, "oh cmon less, just a little-"

alessia stood firm, she hadn't realised they were just joking. "i will fight you." she warned, sending her brothers a warning glare.

luca sighed dramatically but leaned down to kiss the top of your forehead as your curious eyes watched everyone movements. "okay, but when she's older, i'm teaching her how to make proper pasta!"

alessia's mum, carol smirked, "not if i teach her first!"

alessia shook her head, but the smile that was presence on her lips won't go away. you may not of understood anything but you'd been born into a family that loved fiercely, argued loudly but would always, always have your back.

and really, what more could she ask for?

—

7. a typical sunday

sunday morning had always been slow and cozy in the russo househould. music would be playing in the kitchen as the smell of fresh coffee and toast filled the air.

everyone lazing around in their pyjamas long past breakfast and now with you in the mix, it was even better.

alessia sleepily shuffled into the kitchen, you tucked into her arms. her mum was already at the coffee machine placing alessia's cup near it as her dad sat at the table reading yet another sports magazine.

"morning" alessia yawned, using one hand to rub her eyes while the other kept a tight grip on you.

mario looked up from his reading and grinned, "morning, you two" he reached over rubbing a gentle hand over the top of your head, "did you let mummy sleep?"

alessia let out a tired laugh, "not even a little bit."

luca and gio walked in next, still both half asleep, but the second there eyes saw you, they perked up sighing a second.

"alright, give her here," luca smiled holding out his hands.

alessia hesitated as she looked down at your comfy position in her arms, "i literally just got her to settle."

giorgio just smirked, his quick mind thinking of a smart retort, "she just likes us better, just admit it!"

but before alessia could protest, luca carefully took you from the comfort of your mummy's arms and into his as he cradled you from side to side. you barely stirred as your tiny fingers grasped into his hoodie.

"your joking," alessia's groaned, "why does she always sleep for you lot?"

you mum chuckled, placing a hot cup of much needed coffee on the table for alessia, "cause she knows she had all of us wrapped around her little finger!"

alessia shook her head, she couldn't fight the warmth which spread through her chest. she looked around at her family.

her brother bickering over who would get to hold you next as her dad still stared at his granddaughter like she was the most fascinating thing he'd ever laid eyes on. as her mum watched over them all with a knowing smile.

—

8. first time at the theatre of dreams

alessia hadn't made her return to the pitch just yet, but she was close. close enough that she was itching to be able to lace her boots up again.

for now though, she was in the stands with you watching as united took on chelsea under the bright lights of old trafford.

you were bundled in a warm red jacket, and matching red hat covering your soft hair and your own little pair of ear defenders to keep out the loud noises. your own little united kit on underneath your full body jacket which kept you warm under the chilled air of manchester.

alessia held you close, whispering the commentary into your ear. "there's mary, in goal - she'll make sure you never see a bad keeper in your life" alessia whispered as mary made a diving save.

"and there tooney - she's basically mummy's right hand but she can be a little silly but we love her anyway!"

you just yawned, unimpressed. alessia laughed, as she tucked another blanket around the two of you. "you're gonna love it here, baby i promise."

as the final whistle blew and the score ended level. alessia feeling a rush of emotions. emotions she'd missed while being out. but soon she'd be back out there again and this time she'd have someone extra special watching from the stands.

—

9. first time watching mummy play

alessia knew you would never remember it but she would, she would never forget it. her first game for united back playing football.

the roar of the crowd as the adrenaline filled her body as she was back on the pitch. and then after the final whistle she spotted her family in the stands.

you were bundled up in a tiny red united beanie one that had been specially made just for you as you were fast asleep in your nonna's arms.

alessia's heart clenched. she jogged over her body tired and breathless as she leaned over the barrier a big smile back on her face. "she seriously slept through my whole comeback?"

carol just laughed, "less she's just a baby. she doesn't understand what's going on!"

alessia shook her head but she was still smiling, nothing could stop her from doing that. "unbelievable."

she reached out and over the barrier as she brushed a gentle hand over your little cheek. one day, alessia would tell you all about it. but for now it was more than enough to know her little girl had been there.

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